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12th month of the year, 744 hours of choices Time to reflect on life’s happenings – the episodes of every day A space to re-think the events – the occurrences of precious moments The undertakings of each day and the cherished hours. 12th month of the year, 44,640 minutes of chances Time to reminisce on…
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The heavens look dense and dark looming above A blanket obscuring the sun to greet the day The overcast skies are like shadows carrying a load While the wind rustles the leaves as the trees sways along There is a sense of anticipation and deviance As the stillness envelopes the earth with an eerie…
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The sun sets on the horizon – the orange hue skies are like curtains covering the earth Underneath, the hills, the valleys and plains looked timid and sheltered A pathway slithers along – beckoning to take a stroll to revel in and wander From afar the picturesque view resembles a painting from an art gallery…
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Don’t worry about the things you can’t change – it’s a destruction Don’t worry and stress about the things that has happened – it’s an extinction Don’t worry about the things that may still happen or could happen in between – it’s a turmoil It is not worth it as it is. Don’t worry about…
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You are thinking …. that they are going to think… that you might think.. but think they think.. TOO MUCH THINKING! You are thinking… about things they think… about things you think… the things you think they think… TOO MUCH THINKING! You are thinking… what they should think… what you should think… yet think what…
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In every sign attached is a choice and a chance – to choose a way to go In every choice there anchors options – of where and how to begin In every option carries uncertainties – of what is there waiting ahead The uncertainties become reasons – wondering on the what ifs that I can…
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Hymns of praises echoing as trumpets are blown in rhythm – vibrating the earth The Winter’s songs and voices blending along the chill of the morning air Melodies of each musical notes soothing every corner of the streets – so enchanting The beat of the drums chimes with every heartbeat like a chorus – chord…
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Here I am in my prime – a part of my existence and verdure age I take myself back through my odyssey – a recollection of my every crossings Recounting my every moments – the exploration of my being from each in-betweens Staring at faded photographs – I have recapped my journey – my memoir…
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Gripping through the poles of challenge – I stand at the slightest creation of dream to a discovery in motion The length of every stage tripled the width of trials – facing with a bleak of hope in each dripping failure The seasons have changed – bleak pictures of realities and a stiffened hope for…
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The sky opens, pouring water to bathe and moisten the parched land The sun rises hiding behind the grey clouds Somehow it is waiting to emerge to its sublimity Bidding to a perfect timing to ascend and take its rightful place Patiently it gently moves away from the overcast blanket to peek through and flash…
Choices, Chances and Changes 