They last forever…

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Memories, such a beautiful treasure you hold,
Open the box, you’ll find something precious than gold.

Walk down that nostalgic lane,
I’m sure you’ll find a smile on your face.

No doubt, there are few which are bitter,
But, hey, it’s the experience that matters.

Days spent with family and your loved ones,
Tale of that vacation- missing trains and meeting strangers.

Journey and time when you made friends,
Then lost your innocence and experienced your first heartbreak.

Those frames and pictures,
Journals filled with your emotions and adventures.

Laugh out on all the stupidities and naivety,
Can you imagine you cried on that “little” thing?

These memories, those stories are all that you’ll leave behind,
So, cherish them with the passing of time.

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In search of answers

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Thinking, wondering, lost day and night,
Asking the same question - what am I doing with my life?

Should I’ve studied further or is it fine?
Should I stay here or move around for a while?

Have I achieved enough or anything?
Am I successful, even a bit?

Should I quit and follow my passion?
Wait- for that, I’ll have to first find one.

What’s new, the next big thing?
Relaxing for a while, would that be a sin?

It’s confusing, tiring, and overwhelming
Calm and contentment are definitely missing.

Looking around, everyone’s life seems glorious,
What’s the recipe, the formula, I’m curious.

Now you will say- don’t be a part of this race,
But that’s the skill for which I’ve been trained.

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All good things come to an end,
If that’s true, why do we even chase them?
Bad days continue to grow and thrive,
Hitting you hard, one after another strike.
These dark clouds will pass, I believe,
Though Sun’s heat is also not a relief.
Covered in the sheets of responsibility,
Problems of life take us in their captivity.
Scream, shout, or try to escape,
You are trapped in this game.
Don’t be fooled when you cross one hurdle,
There will be many more at the next level.
No matter what you aim — a queen or a treasure,
This game ends only with your departure.

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It is so silent here,
I can hear my heart beating.
It’s a ghost,
That pushes you into a spiral of thinking.
Silence and I are trying to be friends,
Though noise in my head keeps me awake,
The journey from loneliness to solitude is a long one,
I’ve reached midway but the thick fog makes me look for a u-turn.
Scared, still moving ahead,
Though not sure if I’ll ever reach the end

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