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The Way To Be.

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Superficiality is quite “in”.
The right amount of Prada and Gucci,
The right amount of relative sin;
The right man to see, the rich one to be.
The right kind of smile (eyes should hide the lie),
The right company (those infamous friends),
Right surgeries as time passes you by.
Right faith? Well, on current fashion depends.

Love’s idiocy! Oh, it can be bought!
Careers have no place at all for virtue!
To bed Lucifer, battles are fought;
The good are boring and are losers, too!

The loss of honour a small price for fame;
Though your mother shuns, the world knows your name!

5:35pm.
22nd November.

On Thought.

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In my heart there are certain places that are shared by none;
For those are the places restricted to the number one,
Among whom special people share a certain heart-view;
And amongst this number I count you.

In life, life itself fails to allow words to express each emotion –
Every fish can certainly not describe each and every ocean –
Aye, at times, a word communicates itself by thought,
In days like these, these are rarely wrought.

The thought to call out lurks all day, then the eye spots an eye,
So this thought suddenly unfurls its wings and begins to fly,
When the eye, done, blinks and rebounds to it, by-and-by,
The thought is consumed by the blue sky.

Words again I use to describe the thought that was forgotten,
Threads of silk I need to use to tie up this wayward cotton,
To let you know, in this place, in my heart, where you reside,
There is but soft simple cotton with no silk beside.

“Baby, I have been here before”

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Baby, I have been here before,
When lovers have said no more
And everywhere there are dark broken sighs;
Tearing apart all the feeling
That a sad heart is concealing
And all that’s left to be spoken are goodbyes.

Faith has dealt us a cruel hand,
All I’ve to do is understand:
There’s no desire for me shining in your eye,
Just a vacant space where love grew;
There isn’t any need within you
That I could try to completely satisfy.