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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr

I am Not Perfect

I am not perfect..
No I am not..
Having being said that..
No one is nor ever will be.
You keep thinking about someone..
And they don’t ..
No two minds think alike.
Not until they dislike..

I am not a saint..
No I am not..
My identity doesn’t define character.
Nor slaughtering it will make any difference.
I trust strangers..
Yes, I don’t know why..
They leave as abruptly as they arrive..
But that doesn’t stop me from taking the dive.


I am not evil..
Yet at times thoughts grow twisted.
Staying sober is expected..
But after neglect things fall apart.
I know we are in for a purpose..
Solving others dissolving your own cause..
You can’t command nor request.
Not even make them your quest..
Pleasing to be just..
Easy comes trust..
Until you wait till it ends up in rust.

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