Time moves ever so slow
Like a dying waterfall
What may feel like a lifetime
Will someday pass into nothing at all
It’s ticking, counting down
A relentless beat in the night
And as the days slip away
We accept nothing is set in stone, and we must take life as it comes
Though the time lost may never come back
It’s still worth living in the precious moments we have
We can’t turn back the hands of fate
But we can still make the best of the life we create
So never wish away the days
For time is a thing that can’t be escaped
It will move and change, but at least we know
It’s only a matter of time.
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Matter of time
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Fist in the Velvet Glove
In this complex system we call our own,
Change is the cry, a child’s plea, not unknown.
To be human-minded, honest, in this age,
One must wield a fist, yet wear a velvet glove.
For to live, to survive, in this world of strife,
We must balance strength with a touch of genteel life.
A fist, not for violence, but for standing our ground,
In a velvet glove, to be heard without a sound.
For if we become a dying breed, controlled,
Limited, by violence, don’t you see, it’s not the goal.
It’s this path of the fist in a velvet glove,
Or else we risk becoming enslaved, as if by a glove.
We must fight for change, but with a soft touch,
To navigate this world, and not get caught in its snutch.
For in the velvet glove, our power is discreet,
A silent strength that cannot be so easily beat.
So let us be the change we wish to see,
With a fist in a velvet glove, humanity’s key.
To avoid the slavery of our own making,
We must learn to fight, with a gentle heart’s taking.
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World we once knew
The world we once knew, had now melted away
Only shadows of what we had remained
The fabric of our lives was now changed
We looked for a glimpse of hope today
Blankets of sadness steadily moved in
As we mourned what would never be again
A deep feeling that all was lost
Stayed with us at all cost
But then something changed inside
We looked around and realized
In the depths of the darkest night
Faint lights still glowed with delight
We discovered hope, courage and faith
Could still exist in it’s space
That instead of a world that melted away
A new one had been reborn that very day.
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In the End
When humanity exhausts the last fish, Exhumes all that remains, Severs the final tree, And devours the last drop of pure water, Only then will they perceive the devastation wrought by their hands.
Our tears, a paltry offering, Unable to hydrate and nurture the fruits of our actions.
Only forgiveness and compassion for ourselves can avert this looming disaster.
Our future hangs in the balance, Blowing in the hurricanes and tornadoes, Quaking the earth and shaking our souls to the core.
Yet silence stifles the world’s cries, Ignorance, a virulent disease that consumes our tears and steals our breath, For the sake of popular opinion.
There is no freedom after suffocation.
Climate change, a grim reality, no longer a jest.
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Why is it so?
Why is it so?
That things must change,
That nothing stays the same?
Why is it so?
That love can fade,
And hearts can break in pain?
Why is it so?
That good things end,
And bad things begin?
Why is it so?
That we must die,
And leave this world behind?
I don’t know why,
But I know this much:
Life is precious,
And it’s meant to be lived.
So make the most of it,
And don’t waste a moment,
For you never know,
When it might be your last.
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Like river’s flow
Like river’s flow, my life doth go,
Ever onward, ever changing,
From the source where it began,
To the sea where all things end.
Sometimes it flows calm and clear,
Sometimes it runs swift and wild,
But always it flows on,
Never stopping, never still.
I do not know where it will end,
But I know that it will flow on,
Until it reaches the sea,
And then it will be gone.
But even though it is gone,
It will leave its mark behind,
In the form of all the things
That it has touched and changed.
So let me not fear the flow of life,
But let me embrace it,
And let me enjoy the journey,
No matter where it may lead.
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Vacant Land
The land lies empty, waiting
For what it will become,
A home, a business, a park,
Or perhaps just nothing at all.
The grass grows wild and free,
Untamed by human hands,
The trees stand tall and proud,
Untouched by progress.
The wind blows through the leaves,
Singing a song of hope,
The sun shines down on the earth,
Blessing it with its warmth.
The vacant land waits patiently,
Knowing that its time will come,
When it will be filled with life,
And make a difference in the world.business, change, development, Difference, empty land, future, growth, home, hope, impact, life, nature, park, poem, poems, Poetry, Potential, transformation, vacant land, waiting
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What Goes Around
What you do to others,
Will come back to you.
So be kind and generous,
And always do what’s true.If you spread hate and anger,
You’ll reap the same in kind.
But if you sow love and compassion,
You’ll find your heart will find.What goes around comes around,
So be mindful of your deeds.
For the universe has a way,
Of balancing all the creeds.So choose to be the change you want to see,
And make the world a better place.
For what goes around comes around,
And that’s a fact of life, my dear.
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The Ugly Truth
In a world of fakes and phonies,
A place where beauty hides ugliness, Commitments and devotions keep us safe,
But at what cost? We lose our emotions,
Pride and perfection become our gods,
And we become zombies in a sea of sameness. The world is changing fast,
And I am left feeling unready,
Ignorance and lack of integrity,
Morals falling like confetti. Is there still hope for humanity?
Or will we continue down this path?
The choice is ours, but the clock is ticking.
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The Power of Words
Eloquence is a powerful thing,
It can move mountains and change minds.
It can inspire hope and courage,
And it can bring people together.When used for good, eloquence can make the world a better place.
It can bring about change and justice,
And it can help us to understand each other better.So let us all use our eloquence for good,
Let us use our words to build up, not tear down.
Let us use our words to inspire, not to divide.And let us use our words to make the world a better place.
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Erosion
Fate’s erosion shapes our lives, a force we can’t control,
A destiny that’s written, but can change and take a toll.
Time may be a healer, but it’s also a destroyer,
A transformation that’s necessary, but can fill us with fear and terror.
The winds of change may come, and we’ll be swept away,
But we’ll find our footing, and we’ll find a way to stay.
We’ll embrace the impermanence, and we’ll learn to let go,
Knowing that every moment is a chance to grow.
Fate’s erosion shapes our lives, but we can shape it too,
And find the beauty in the changes, that will make us anew.
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Life breezes through me
Life breezes through me, a flow of freedom and change,
A movement of growth, that’s never out of range.
The winds of time may blow, but I’m always on my feet,
Ready to face the challenges, and the people I’ll meet.
The breeze may be gentle, or it may be a storm,
But I know that I’m strong, and I can weather any form.
I’ll let life take me where it will, and I’ll enjoy the ride,
Knowing that every moment is a chance to grow and thrive.
Life breezes through me, and I’m grateful for the flow,
For the freedom to be me, and the chance to let my spirit grow.
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A New Beginning
All things must start anew,
Like the morning sun and dew.
The old must give way to the new,
As life begins its journey anew.
The past is gone, the future bright,
A clean slate, a brand new sight.
The present moment, a gift so right,
A chance to start again with might.
Embrace the change, let go of fear,
The road ahead may not be clear.
But trust in yourself, your path is near,
And success will soon appear.
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Turning the Page
We have learnt enough to turn the page,
The future awaits like an open stage.
New adventures and stories to be told,
As we leave behind what’s old and cold.
I find myself excited and scared,
Wondering what’s ahead and what’s spared.
But with every step, I gain new ground,
And the fear begins to lose its sound.
The past is gone, the present is here,
The future is bright, there’s nothing to fear.
We’ve grown stronger and wiser too,
Ready to face whatever comes anew.
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The Cycle of Use and Abuse
Use and abuse, a cycle so cruel,
A tale as old as time, but never a jewel.
We take what we need, without a second thought,
And leave behind the wreckage, with no remorse or fraught.
From the earth’s resources to the people we love,
We use them up and discard them like an old glove.
Nature’s beauty and bounty, we take for granted,
Ignoring the damage we cause, it’s all slanted.
The cycle repeats, with no end in sight,
As we continue to use and abuse with all our might.
But it’s not too late to make a change,
To break the cycle and rearrange.
Let’s cherish what we have, and use with care,
And repair the damage that we’ve caused everywhere.
For only then can we truly thrive,
And keep the cycle of use and abuse alive.
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Through All Seasons
For all seasons and weather, we stand strong,
Enduring the changes, we sing our song.
In spring’s new bloom, we feel alive,
As the world awakens, and we thrive.
Summer’s warmth wraps us in its embrace,
As we bask in the sun and embrace its grace.
In autumn’s fall, we shed our leaves,
A time of change, as the world weaves.
Winter’s chill brings a quiet peace,
As we gather close, and stress release.
Through all seasons, we stand tall,
Embracing each change, as we heed the call.
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The power of words
The power of words, it’s a force to behold,
Language and communication, they never grow old.
Expression through poetry, or prose so fine,
Emotion and connection, they’re intertwined.Understanding and empathy, they’re what we seek,
Inspiration and creativity, they’re what we speak.
Imagination and impact, they’re what we make,
Influence and change, they’re what we take.Perception and perspective, they’re what we share,
Through the power of words, we show we care.
For words have the power, to move and to sway,
To change hearts and minds, in every way.So let us use our words, with care and with thought,
For they have the power, to heal or to wrought.
Let us use them wisely, to inspire and to ignite,
For the power of words, it’s a beautiful sight.
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Change Upon Change
Change Upon ChangeChange upon change,
Our bodies shift and swirl,
Entwined in passion’s game,
Exploring each other’s world.
As flesh meets flesh,
Our desires ignite,
A fierce and primal mesh,
Fulfilling all we incite.
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Beginnings and Endings
Beginnings and Endings
All things must come to an end
But every ending is a new beginning to tend
A chance to start fresh and transcend
The past that we must put to an endWith every new beginning, there’s hope
And the opportunity to widen our scope.
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I Wanna Get Old With You
I Wanna Get Old With You
I wanna get old with you, by my side,
A love that endures, with nothing to hide,
To watch the world change, with each passing year,
Together, forever, through joy and through tear.To hold your hand, as we walk through the park,
A love that’s so pure, it’s like a work of art,
To share in the moments, both big and small,
A love that’s so true, it’s worth more than all.So let’s grow old together, with love as our guide,
A journey of togetherness, that’s hard to divide.
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I Give Too Many Chances
I Give Too Many Chances
I give too many chances, it’s true,
To those who don’t deserve them, it’s nothing new,
I hold onto hope, with a stubborn heart,
Believing that they’ll change, and make a new start.But time and time again, I’m proven wrong,
As they take my kindness, and use it to prolong,
Their own selfish ways, and toxic behavior,
Leaving me to pick up the pieces, and suffer the labor.I give too many chances, it’s a weakness of mine,
To believe in the good, and to give them more time,
To learn from their mistakes, and make amends,
To become a better person, and make new friends.But sometimes, I wonder, if I’m just a fool,
To believe in the good, and to follow this rule,
Of giving too many chances, to those who don’t care,
To those who take advantage, and leave me in despair.So maybe it’s time, to learn from my mistakes,
To stop giving chances, to those who just take,
To hold onto my heart, and to protect it with care,
To stop giving chances, to those who won’t share.
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There Is Nothing Such As Love
There Is Nothing Such As Love
There is nothing such as love, they say,
A feeling so fleeting, that fades away,
A mirage in the desert, that’s hard to grasp,
A thing of beauty, that’s destined to lapse.The heart, it beats, with a primal need,
A hunger so deep, that’s hard to feed,
Its desires, they change, and fill us with doubt,
A thing of beauty, that’s always in drought.The mind, it wanders, with a restless soul,
A search for meaning, that’s hard to control,
Its thoughts, they race, and fill us with pain,
A thing of beauty, that’s hard to sustain.But still we search, for that elusive thing,
That feeling so pure, that makes our hearts sing,
We hope and dream, that one day we’ll find,
A thing of beauty, that’s always so kind.For there is nothing such as love, they say,
But we still hold on, to that hope every day,
That we’ll find that feeling, that’s worth all the strife,
A thing of beauty, that’s the essence of life.
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Eventually Forgetting the Memories
Eventually Forgetting the Memories
Eventually forgetting the memories,
Of moments so sweet, and times of unease,
The memories, they fade, with the passage of time,
A world of change, that’s hard to confine.The laughter, the tears, they all slip away,
As time marches on, with each passing day,
The memories, they linger, but never quite stay,
A reminder of life, that’s hard to portray.But even as the memories fade from our sight,
They remain in our hearts, as a source of light,
A reminder of the past, that’s forever in flight.change, eventually, flight, Forgetting, laughter, linger, memories, moments, past, poem, poems, Poetry, Source of Light, tears, Time
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A Month Came Then Passed By
A Month Came Then Passed By
A month came then passed by,
Like a whisper in the sky.
Days turned to weeks, then to years,
As we laughed and cried, and faced our fears.We danced in the rain, and basked in the sun,
Living life to the fullest, always having fun.
And though time may pass, and memories fade,
Our love will always remain, and never degrade.
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I Thought You Loved Me
I thought you loved me, or so I believed,
A world full of promises, that I received,
From the warm embrace to the gentle touch,
Each moment felt true, and never too much.I thought you loved me, or so I thought,
A world full of beauty, that I sought,
From the whispered words to the loving gaze,
Each memory felt real, and never a phase.But then you left me, or so you did,
A world full of confusion, that I forbid,
From the shattered dreams to the broken heart,
Each feeling felt raw, and never a part.I thought you loved me, or so I hoped,
A world full of wonder, that I scoped,
From the endless possibilities to the endless sky,
Each moment felt real, and never a lie.But now I see, or so I do,
A world full of change, that I pursue,
From the newfound strength to the hopeful mind,
Each step feels true, and never behind.For I thought you loved me, or so I thought,
But now I see, that I was not caught,
In a world full of promises, that were too much,
But in a world full of love, that I can touch.
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The Moving Finger
The Moving Finger is a mysterious and intriguing title that inspires drama and suspense. To bring out the essence of this title, why not write a thought-provoking poem? A poem that will leave the reader pondering long after reading it.
As I sit by my window,
Gazing at the sky,
I see the clouds forming
A moving finger up high.
It points to the future,
With every twist and turn,
Guiding us to our destiny,
As we live and learn.
But what if this finger
Points to a path of pain?
A road that leads to sorrow,
A fate that’s hard to sustain.
Is there a way to change it?
To rewrite our destiny?
Or must we heed the finger,
And submit to its decree?
Let us then embrace our fate,
Fearless as we go,
For even if we falter,
Our moving finger will show.
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Sunrise and sunset are still wondering
Sunrise and sunset are still wondering,
About the world, and how it keeps turning.
They shine in their glory, and paint the skies,
With shades of red, orange, and gold that mesmerize.
They witness our joys and sorrows every day,
And see the world changing in every way.
They ask themselves, what lies ahead,
As they watch from the sky above, with a sense of dread.
Will we ever learn to love and care,
And treat this world with respect and fare?
Or will we keep destroying what we hold dear,
And let the sunrise and sunset disappear?
Let’s take a step forward, and make a change,
And show the world what we can arrange.
Let’s make the sunrise and sunset proud,
By preserving this planet that we are allowed.
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Awaiting the Sunrise
Awaiting the Sunrise
I wake up before the dawn
And watch the sky slowly change
I see the stars fade and yawn
And the clouds rearrangeI feel a chill in the air
And wrap myself in a blanket
I breathe in the fresh and fair
And listen to the birds’ duetI wait for the sun to rise
And paint the world with its light
I wait for the sun to surprise
And chase away the nightI await the sunrise with wonder
And hope for a new day
I await the sunrise with hunger
And wish for a better way.
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True Success Comes from Inner Growth, Not Just External Recognition
True Success Comes from Inner Growth, Not Just External Recognition
It’s easy to get caught up in the external measures of success – the job title, the salary, the awards and accolades. While these things can certainly be rewarding and validating, true success comes from something much deeper: inner growth.
Inner growth refers to the development and evolution of ourselves as individuals – our beliefs, values, and sense of purpose. It involves becoming more self-aware, improving our relationships with others, and finding meaning and fulfillment in our lives.
External recognition can certainly be a part of this journey, but it is not the ultimate goal. Too often, we strive for success based on what we think society expects of us rather than what aligns with our own values and desires. When we chase after external rewards without considering our own growth and development, we risk feeling unfulfilled and unsatisfied no matter how many achievements we accumulate.
On the other hand, when we prioritize our inner growth, we set ourselves up for true success. By focusing on becoming the best version of ourselves, we can develop the skills and qualities that will help us achieve our goals and make a positive impact on the world around us. We become more resilient, adaptable, and empathetic, which allows us to navigate life’s challenges with grace and purpose.
In summary, true success comes from a balance of external recognition and inner growth. By prioritizing our personal development, we can achieve genuine fulfillment and success that goes beyond the superficial measures of success. So don’t just focus on achievements – take the time to cultivate your own growth and let success follow.adaptability, change, Communication, compassion, confidence, connection, contribution, courage, creativity, critical thinking, dreams, empathy, Empowerment, evolution, External recognition, Fulfillment, generosity, goals, gratitude, growth, happiness, health, Inner growth, innovation, inspiration, joy, kindness, leadership, Mindfulness, mindset, motivation, passion, perseverance, personal development, Positive thinking, problem-solving, purpose, relationships, Resilience, satisfaction, Self-awareness, self-belief, self-esteem, self-improvement, self-worth, Service, spirituality, Success, transformation, vision, Well-being
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The Sweetness of Delay
The Sweetness of Delay
Though we may wish for things to come our way,
Sometimes the delay can be sweet,
For it can give us time to reflect and pray,
And see the things that we can meet.It can be hard to wait for something long,
But it can also be a blessing,
For it can give us time to hear a song,
And find out what we are missing.The delay can give us time to be still,
And to appreciate the things we have,
It can show us secrets that we can’t see until,
The moment that we are glad.The sweetness of delay can be found,
In the moments that we take,
For it can give us joy that abounds,
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The Windfall of Destiny
The Windfall of Destiny
I never expected to win the lottery
But fate had other plans for me
I bought a ticket on a whim
And the numbers matched perfectly
I was stunned and overjoyed
But also scared and overwhelmed
I didn’t know what to do with the money
Or how it would change my life
I decided to be wise and generous
And not let it go to my head
I paid off my debts and donated to charity
And invested in my future
I also treated myself and my loved ones
To some luxuries and experiences
I traveled the world and saw new places
And met new people and cultures
I learned new skills and hobbies
And discovered new passions and interests
I realized that money can’t buy happiness
But it can open up opportunities
I’m grateful for the windfall of destiny
But I’m also mindful of the responsibility
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The Dissonance of My Soul
The Dissonance of My Soul
I feel a dissonance in my soul
A clash between what I am and what I show
A gap between what I feel and what I know
A rift between what I want and what I oweI hear a dissonance in my soul
A noise that drowns out the harmony
A sound that disturbs the melody
A voice that contradicts the symphonyI see a dissonance in my soul
A vision that blurs the clarity
A sight that obscures the reality
A view that challenges the verityI seek a dissonance in my soul
A spark that ignites the change
A flame that burns the cage
A fire that lights the way.
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Time is but a Breeze
Time is but a Breeze
Time is but a breeze that passes by,
A fleeting gust that comes and goes,
It moves like clouds across the sky.It brings to us both joy and sigh,
And leaves us with the highs and lows,
Time is but a breeze that passes by.It can be gentle like a lullaby,
Or turbulent like a storm that grows,
It moves like clouds across the sky.We cannot stop it, though we try,
It rushes on, the river flows,
Time is but a breeze that passes by.It marks our days with each sunrise,
And ends them with a sunset’s glow,
It moves like clouds across the sky.But though it may make some cry,
And leave us with a sense of woe,
Time is but a breeze that passes by,
It moves like clouds across the sky.
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Footprints at the Bay
Footprints at the Bay
Footprints at the bay, a moment in time,
A memory captured, in the sand so fine,
The sand, it shifts, with the passage of time,
A world of change, that’s hard to mime.The waves, they erode, the footprints so dear,
A reminder that time, is always so near.
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The End is Slow and Silent
The end is slow and silent,
Like the fading of a distant siren.
It creeps in slowly, like a thief,
Stealing life, bringing grief.It’s not sudden, like a storm,
But a gentle breeze, a changing form.
Life ebbs away, like the tide,
Leaving behind memories, and tears to hide.But even in the silence, hope remains,
A light that shines, even in pain.
For though the end is slow and silent,
Life is a journey, always vibrant.
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A Love Eternal
A Love Eternal
A love eternal, so strong and true
A bond that will never weaken, no matter what we do
A love that will never die, no matter what we face
A bond that will last forever, no matter what takes place.A love eternal, so kind and pure
A connection that will never fade, no matter what’s in store
A love that will never end, no matter how far we roam
A bond that will always be there, no matter where we go.A love eternal, so deep and real
A feeling that will never vanish, no matter how we feel
A love that will never change, no matter what we do
A bond that will stay forever, no matter what comes our way.A love eternal, so powerful and true
A bond that will never break, no matter what we go through
A love that will never cease, no matter how much time passes by
A bond that will last forever, no matter how hard we try.© VishalDutia
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Let Action Speak
Let Action Speak
Words may flow from a silver tongue
But deeds are where the heart is sung
For talk is cheap and easily flung
While action shows where our values clungLet action speak, let it be heard
For in the doing, our beliefs are blurred
The proof is found in each act conferred
And the message is louder than any wordWith action, we can make a change
The world we shape is not out of range
Our hands have the power to rearrange
The status quo and its bounds to exchangeSo let us act, and not just talk
Let us walk the walk, and not just gawk
For in the end, it’s the deeds that knock
And make the difference, on which we can dock
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Chaos and Calm
Chaos and Calm
Chaos and calm, a duo so rare
One can terrify, one can repair
Yet both can teach, both can transform
Chaos can destroy, calm can conformOne can bring change, one can bring order
Both can be a life-changer, a new border
For in chaos we see the world in a new light
And in calm we learn to appreciate the beauty in sight
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The Leaves During Autumn Season
The Leaves During Autumn Season
The leaves during autumn season,
A breathtaking sight, without any reason.
They dance in the breeze, in shades of gold,
And paint the world, so bright and bold.Their rustling whispers, a song of change,
As they prepare for winter’s range.
And though they’ll fall, and wither away,
Their beauty remains, forever to stay.
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Years and Years
Years and Years
Years and years, they come and go,
Like the ebb and flow of a river’s flow.
They bring us joy, they bring us pain,
And shape us into who we are today.But time is fleeting, and memories fade,
And the moments we cherish, can slip away.
So hold them tight, and keep them near,
For the years and years, will always be here.© VishalDutia
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Concentration: The Key to Success
Concentration: The Key to Success
Concentration is the catalyst to success,
The crux of accomplishments, nothing less.
A clear and concise focus, of the utmost finesse,
Comprehending the challenge, without any distress.Concentration can conquer the chaos,
Clarifying confusions, without any pause.
Captivating the consciousness, without a loss,
Calming the commotion, that once was a toss.Consistency is cultivated by concentration,
The cornerstone of commitment, without hesitation.
Crafting a criterion, for contemplation,
Cementing a connection, without deviation.Concentration is the champion of change,
Compelling the challenge, without any estrange.
Constructing a pathway, that is never strange,
Climbing the cliffs, that were once a range.In conclusion, concentration is the key,
A crucial component, of what makes us free.
A clear and concise focus, without any debris,
A cornerstone of success, for you and me.
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A Different Point of View
A Different Point of View
A different point of view can change it all,
Transform the mundane into a wonderland,
Reveal new perspectives, break down old walls,
Unleash the magic hidden in the bland.It takes courage to see the world anew,
To venture off the path, to be bold and true,
But when you do, oh, the wonders you’ll view.
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