A Beginner’s Guide to Become Human


A Beginner’s Guide to Become Human1

Day 14

A Beginner’s Guide to Become Human

With a white clean hankie and a leather bag,

She was standing on this empty road;

I was on the another side

Waiting for the rain to stop;

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She called me for help

But I pretend I couldn’t hear her;

She was crying out loud

And kneeling down to get my attention;

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I looked down the aisle behind me

Just to find out the street was empty;

I picked up my leather jacket

but instead of helping I raced away to conceal my identity;

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The perception of human enriched

To the point where we combine universe;

In this galaxy, far away, we claim to reach

But did we touch the soul within us?

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A Monk in Me


A Monk in Me

Day 12

A Monk in Me

I am the bar of

True sensation of color

Who holds

A precious piece of paper

And a goblet of fire;

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Remembering the scars

Captured inside my memory,

I, once was a monk, should confide

The vengeful mission to raise my agony

And end of this ridiculous journey;

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I have had a long ride

To pulverize this unrelenting song,

I chew my tongue

To remain silent and strong

Oh…. I killed the monk!

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Ready to Go to Mars?


Ready to Go to Mars

Ready to Go to Mars?

Mr. Pinker gets tired so easily

Rush and run

Rush and run

All he does everyday

But breaks the rules so freely

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He teaches philosophy

Push and go

Push and go

All he talks daily

But postulates the emotion so truly

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Mr. Pinker sees a dream repeatedly

Hush and tic

Hush and tic

All he keeps on playing

But packs up his bags to land on Mars, wishfully!

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God’s Conspired Theory


Gods Conspired Theory

God’s Conspired Theory

It lives in a door of hesitancy,

Too proud to expose curiosity,

Vision chases the Ostrich run,

Swings for the taste of Raspberry;

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The monotonous way doesn’t entertain,

It believes in breaking patterns rather than being in strain,

Always looks for the twinkling chuckle of mockingbird

And laughs when it rains;

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Do we understand what we are talking?

Is it you or me?

God once created the one,

We molded into pieces and made the philosophy.

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See, told you

There is a conspired theory behind it!

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