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Be silent when the tide goes against you, Be silent when people's words become swords, Be silent when the tree of your life just isn't bearing fruit, Be silent when your feelings and emotions start getting to you, Be silent when the other person just doesn't understand, Be silent when life throws hurdles like raindrops on you, Be silent the taste in your mouth is bitter with betrayal, Be silent when jealousy creeps into your mind, Be silent when your anger is on the verge of erupting, Just keep your head down and work, Just keep your ears shut and listen to the millions of voices inside your head, Be blind to other people's hatred, Because that day, your silence will be your strength, Your results will be your answer, One day, the tree of your life will bear fruit, Other people won't matter, And the sweet taste of happiness will linger on in you. Stay low. Speak out, when necessary. Because at the end of the day, Some people won't understand the depth between the 26 letters of the alphabet, But it'll be a slap in their face, When you glow with happiness, Moreover, you'll realise that there is much more to life, That just speaking randomly. It's the power of listening. Don't let them destroy you, Cause stardust runs in your veins And stars didn't just blow up, To see you waste it all. Make the stars proud. Be silent and unbeatable.

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Black. Black is often like the girl in the glass who never spoke out yet her presence was acknowledged and missed. Black is the symbolance for strength. Black is a paradox in itself. Black is often misinterpreted as evil . It’s dark, yes, the darkest actually. But not evil. Black is like that thunderstorm occuring is your life. It’s comes, disrupts, calms down, passes. Yet, black has a preconceived opinion by most. Black is the look exchanged between two soldiers, with patriotism in their hearts and strength in their body. Black is the night, enhancing the beauty of the stars. Black is necessary for if they sky never went black, the stars would go unnoticed. Black is that feeling evoked within you of possibility and potential. Black makes you undergo a restful emptiness. Black is classic. From tuxedos to limousines, black says it all. Black isn’t just a colour, it’s the essence of everything else. It’s omnipresence makes it worth admiring. Nothing in black in this world is bad, it’s just your perception towards darkness. Embrace it and you will rejoice. Distance it, and it will envelope you.

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Like an endless dark tunnel, Neverending yet waiting for a glimpse of light, I wander, on and on For what seems like forever. And just when I am about to give up, Lies some shimmer. Some light. Some days go past us in a flash, Some events go unnoticed, But when you need time to unravel itself, Slowly and in your favour, Gloominess prevails. Without a shadow of doubt, you give up. And then suddenly you bump into a Halo. Petals fall and they emerge beautifully again, When the sun retires for the day, we know that dusk shall arrive soon. Yet we fail to see such beauty in ourselves and others, We despair on and on, Yet never keep faith. Faith that things will turn out well. Faith that life may be a roller coaster, but sooner that later, it will stop. So halt, take a moment And realise that life isn’t a bed of roses. Yet hope is a bud just waiting for the right conditions to bloom.

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The persistence of the wind, Gushing through my hair The soft crunch of the leaves, Compressing under my feet, The quick pace of my legs, Running away from trouble. My heart pounding in my chest, Unwilling to bear the fruit of its own actions I run away. With demons in my head and saints in my soul, I never glanced back. I never turned around to see that the monster I thought was following me, Was, in fact, my shadow itself. I wish I had looked around then, For today I wouldn’t have been frail and weak, Chasing invisibility and running away from my own self.

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For years we have taught our sons, To hide their emotions, That a tear will make them less manly, That they should toughen up from a tender age. We do this, just to mould them into another stereotypical male Who like others would follow and display the so called qualities of man, While still being in pursuit of himself. While still finding his emotional side. But suppressing it within. Deep within. And so it goes on for generations, Causing rage and anger. Those subdued feelings suddenly erupt out. Those bottled up emotions splash out. It takes a nasty turn. And then we question their sanity, Their morals, Their values. Whereas the fault lies in our education system. In our mindsets and our ideologies. Humans are born the same. Hence the right to express is necessary. So, let your sons live and express. Let this society constitute humans. Displaying their characteristic trait, To express.

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Lost in the book, Drowning in an ocean of thoughts, Savouring every last word, Sailing through the life of numerous people effortlessly and swiftly, I learnt. I learnt that life isn’t always what it seems. I learnt that nothing in life is fixed. Shades of grey always exist in contrast to the extremes of black and white. I learnt that life throws innumerable chances and challenges at you. But most importantly I learnt that, Amidst the hundreds of words, There lies a flicker of both glitter and grief. And they both exist within those pages of your life, And with however much turbulence or sunshine each chapter starts, It can’t change the end. That one chapter does not define you. It’s what you make of it, that does.

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Sometimes when the world seems to be spinning a little too fast, and chaos sweeps it’s feathers past your life, a deep sinking feeling is felt in the pit of your stomach. It’s a feeling so dark, deathly and twisted that it manipulates your own mind into thinking that the clouds won’t clear away. Suddenly you feel that darkness has enveloped you and that the thunderstorm is never going to stop. But then, the sun shines bright again. You wake up to another day, giving another chance to life. The birds of joy and laughter fly again and you truly believe that time heals Everything. From broken hearts, to shattered spirits. From hurt to pain. And the key to that one ray of sunshine, which can brighten life up is you. Fight the demons within you, evoke the Ninja within yourself and you shall arise from the ashes with a new sense of direction in life, ignited within you.

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I’m in the center of a raging storm, The world seems to be spinning rapidly. My mind is an intertwined havoc of thoughts Bursting with tears, joy and sorrow. I’m fiercely protective of all those I love. With eyes as sharp as an eagle, Cause I can’t bear to see them hurt, broken or depressed. I live off the memories I make with them, Those memories are like small butterflies which flutter in my heart And lift up my mood. So I can’t bear to see you Doing the same things we did, With someone else. Cause then the butterflies turn into moths, And haunt my existence every second of every day. Stay with me. Be with me. And I’ll be there all through, like an otter, Holding your hand through life’s sea.

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*Today the princess will save herself* Just when fear, danger and insecurity is slowly starting to envelope her, she won’t glance around hopefully waiting for the charming prince to come and save her. She will herself fight it out, through every obstacle in life. Because you see, she doesn’t need you or him or anyone. She’s unique and strong. She revels in thunderstorms and finds the rain a symbol of pure joy. She craves wisdom and Independence and if you can’t understand this, then she doesn’t need you. Be someone who lets her be her own person. Be someone who doesn’t compel her to adjust, but admires and takes every flaw of hers in your stride. Be someone with whom she can grow not change. Be someone with whom she is herself and doesn’t bother to filter stuff through her brain. Don’t let your friendship change either of you. Be the fire yourselves and you both will together be enough to burn the world down to ashes.

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_ The sweet subtle petrichor, Wrinkles my nose, Dark and grey clouds Hover over the sky, Tiny droplets cover the windows of my house, The noise of rain slashing against all obstructions seems almost soothing. And that’s when I realise than I was born, Not to make summers seem brighter, Cause they’re already too bright, Instead, I was born to enhance the joy of rain, Revel in the sensation of petrichor, And dance through thunderstorms. I am a child of lightning, Fierce and sharp. And it’s then that I realise that, Maybe rain is God’s way of showering upon us, Millions of opportunities through droplets, Maybe thunderstorms and lightning are gods way of reminding us of our abilities and responsibilities. Maybe, just maybe fear is an illusion which blinds our eyes, Preventing us from seeing the goodness within._

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_We are all just matchsticks waiting for that one flame to ignite within us a fire. A fire that inspires us and helps us find our passion. A fire than unearths suppressed feelings and emotions buried deep down and pushes us to fight them. A fire that burns till our last breath, second, moment. A fire whose ashes will form, only when no life remains in our soul. Till then, keep burning. If not, then keep wandering in your quest for your ignition. _

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Those nights you wish would last forever. Those conversations you wish were endless Those sly smiles and chuckles you wish you’d seen again and again Those people you wish would stay together Those moments which you so badly want to grasp but at the back of your mind, you know the clock is ticking That’s called nostalgia. Being devoid of those moments suddenly. It’s such a unique thing. Cause looking back, it sets fire in your heart And makes you realise, that even if for one moment, life can be perfect.

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