A face greets with hello
Mind scans frames of glimpses
For clues to approaching fellow,
If they belong to life’s premises.
It’s a scrapbook of emotions
The play button of memories,
A weaved trail of notions,
Paper with true stories.
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Decorated memories on canvas of heart,
Closest of them act like the painting base,
Numerous others enhance intriguing space,
Complement each other as the lives start.
Memories are paints, symbols of emotion,
They aren’t spilled in random brush stroke,
Rather, people of different kinds provoke
Colors to manifest shapes in life’s motion.
They reside forever on the garnished sheet
Could the people recognize those patches,
Embedded with moments of their matches
Do they recall, long ago they did meet?
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Stranger faces, alliances start,
Lies could not win heart,
Empathy has to evaporate,
Why one meets to separate!
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I have an intriguing story to narrate,
Confronting the two roads I had to hesitate,
As it was abruptly a very uncertain time,
Between the two choices, I had to choose mine.
It was the first time, I was in confusion
I could land myself in the illusion
Or what if I mistook the way before I reach
But, at least something the choice would teach.
It was a significant wish from my heart,
To just go for a new exhilarating start,
The same morning enthusiasm filled me
And that’s life and why not I should be.
I chose to write the notions of my wish,
Some good while some not, I made new dish,
Instead of the burdensome mind inside,
By putting down, I picked a bright side.
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