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Bring the Good Old Days


A Beginner’s Guide to Become Human

Day 17

Bring the Good Old Days

Oh I am sorry!

Did I just open the wrong window?

You see the climate outside is soothing

One should be happy

Coz I didn’t follow tech-shadow;

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The keyboard is covered on dust

And the freaking mouse did poop on it

It was long time ago

I maintained a folder with lots of paper

I had written all the chords on it

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The memoirs could be shinier

If this photo album would become alive

The experience what I missed till now

Who will return those illustrious days

Oh the connectivity is high but the relationship died!

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Numb


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Numb

There is always one thing

About being happy all the time,

Either you really are

Or you fake it so wise.

I meet people,

Greet them when they tweet,

Treat them nice

But try to be less reactive.

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I look into their eyes,

Can identify expressions, actual or phony

And I usher both of it

With my controlled smiley.

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I wonder when they would catch me and debrief

Will ask why do I act so numb?

The answer would make them puzzled

Coz I always try to observe.

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People come and go from my life,

Leave so many questions.

I never, ever express to them

That I know the reason.

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All those changing faces around,

I can’t handle it in proportion.

So, instead of showing myself alone,

I live in moments, cheer it and deprive emotion!

Let me put my goggle on


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Let me put my goggle on! 

I tend to talk with people,

Keep smile with cherishing eyes,

No wonder, they want to know more about me

But I reckon I am empty inside.

So, I freeze the awkward moment and say,

Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.

 

Still I happen to interact with them,

Involve in friendship-relationship mine,

Suddenly I got a feeling, they would go forever,

Then I would be lonely again and would whine.

So, I fume an illusion and whisper,

Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.

 

After all this I made friends and love,

Share the story and try to connect with them, oh sigh!

As I told before, eventually, they are gone

And I, a lonesome soul, keep remember them and rhyme.

So, I steal the painful time and shout,

Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.

 

When I think back for a while,

I come to understand my whole life.

It has been in scared, panic, ignorant,

And a frustrated world with phony smile.

So, I break my superstitious pot and utter words

Let me take off the goggle and stop being king of satire.

Struggle to Survive


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Struggle to Survive!

Precious moment of my failure raga,

I reckoned to emphasize on my artistry.

They came in bunches and battled with me,

I decided to never break down in my territory.

 

The time was very difficult

But I had to face my fear bravely.

In a moment, the frustration lingered into my brain,

I was puzzled whether to fight or stop anonymously

 

Lots of people around were walking, talking,

All this noise annoyed me continuously.

I covered my both ears and shouted all over the world,

Ran like hell and laughed till my tears came out rapidly.

 

I looked everywhere for help,

Found nothing but defeated bunch of losers.

Suddenly, one gorgeous girl with blood stained face,

Extremely tired, smiled at me and went back to fight, pleaser!

 

I was exhausted, feeling sleepy,

So, pushed my body down and closed my eyes, me dreamer!

And I saw phenomenal lightening coming from white leaf tree,

One loud voice intruded into my eardrum, ‘oh fight you waster!’

 

I opened my eyes, enlightened,

I saw the same girl, struggling but looking at me.

I smiled at her and lifted my determined sword,

Hoped in again to the battlefield and kept myself free!

Emotion Turned Orange


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Second and final chapter of Emotion turned black Click here .

Emotion Turned Orange

I knew this would come to my basket

But, will you sing this with me on a rhyme?

I happen to know the secret

So, will you spell my peculiar ‘S-M-I-L-E’?

 

I am kind of straight forward

So just simply answer it clear, why?

My busyness will be processor for success jar

Will you teach me how to amplify?

 

Back in the past,

When my black emotion turned blue

I seek for happiness inside

Where I found all flamboyant coloured friends, it’s true!

 

I raised my ‘rum-pum’ sense of music

And geared up my ‘rushed up’ leg on the floor

First they stared at me but later joined the party

That’s how an elegant tinker tale teller was born.

 

Eventually, I hugged the rainbow

Took out the tiny elusive brush, amen!

Paint my reason yellow

And dip my emotion in orange

Now, I, a busy man,

Full of drama,

Living a passionate life,

Never have time for trauma!