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One Question

At 65, Pa knew everything; how the universe works, the dynamics of humanity and the propeller of greed of corporations. His wisdom was clear as summer morning his words crisp; couldn’t be mistaken. He narrated the ordeals of the people their plight – in a chronological timeline. Emotions were evoked, listening ears froze, the mind of the audience took trips

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Watch my Eagles fly

It was the season again when potent birds retired to their nest to lay the eggs of their toil. This was a season the bird community looked forward to for the variation in harvest of potent birds. Yet, this was also a period when gossip birds clustered at corners ridiculing and laughing at their objects. Little dirty bird with blemish

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Destined

The rose that grew on concrete could have been just another seed thrown probably on a random without the intention of making it grow. It landed on concrete; an infertile soil with no chance to germinate yet the rose that grew on concrete worked its way against all odds to sprout from toddler until a rose was born. The rose that

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No strings attached

Image Credit: Typhanie Fix this, change that you want to control every part tell me how to chart the course that directs my path. It’s not like I’m your puppet clearly not! You don’t think that way but the way you blow your trumpet with persistence to have the last say leaves much in retrospect to suggest I may never

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Lest we forget

When you rise to that dizzying height where everything below look like an army of ants, remember not too long ago – or at least in this lifetime you were once at the base stretching out to make a strong grip reaching out for whatever support that may be and hoping the bars stay still as you lift. As much

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Roller-coaster

Image Credit: Surya Zaidan But if we crash let my body float like a feather effortlessly in synch with the wind aimlessly as fast as it blows fearlessly wherever we may go. For I lost fear the moment I realised death was coming anyway today or tomorrow, any day Sooner or later, but definite. So I fill up my pockets

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12 over 12

I returned to my cubicle to create a bubble in which I’ll breathe fire to consume the demon on my back that wouldn’t let me keep focus in the direction of the light which shineth in me and shineth through in rays of golden sparkles – delightful, like it should be. Eyes fixed but mind far gone body seated but

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