Wakas

                Isinilang ang araw sa pagitan ng mga naka-kadenang serye ng makukulay na goma. Habang ako ay nakatanaw sa kabilang dako ng daigdig, unti-unting tinakpan ng mensahero ng luha ang anino ng kabundukan. Ang dagat ay natuyo sa ulan. Sa sobrang lawak ng kapatagan ay di maiwasang ako ay makaramdam ng paninikip ng dibdib, dahilan upang aking lisanin ang aking kasalukuyang kinalalagyan. Naglakad sa hangin, tumiklop sa sakit, at sumuko sa ginhawa. Oras ang binilang bago nahinto ang panunukso ng mga paruparo. Aking nasilayan ang pagtangis ni ina. Aking naalala ang paglisan ni ama. Ang kalungkutan ay bumalot sa akin parang isang buhay na pusa na pilit sinasagip ang pumapanaw niyang mga kuting, o parang isang makata na pilit humihingi ng soneto mula sa mga tumatangging bituin. Ako ay naligaw. Naligaw sa pagitan ng tahanan at pagtahan. Nang muling nakita ang sarili, inibig ang kawalan. Nagtanong. Sumagot. Naghanap. Nawala. Bakit nga ba napaka-mapaglaro ng buhay? Tila ang aking istorya ay sa panulat ng nagtatampong tadhana. Kung maaari lamang na ako ay tuluyang mawala, ako ay lilitaw. Kung may hihiling man ng tugma, ibig ko’y ikaw. Ibig ko’y ikaw. Ibig ko’y ikaw. Palagi. At lagi.

-Rain Check 

Katanungan

           Bakit ang hilig nating gumawa ng kasalan at idadahilan na tayo ay tao lang at hindi perpekto? “Pasensya na tao lang” ang hilig idahilan, indikasyon na tayo ay tao lang na normal na nakakagawa ng mga kamalian. Na hindi tayo isang Diyos na kahit anong gawin ay perpekto, na tayo ay tao lang at nakakagawa ng mga gawaing negatibo. At kapag tayo ay nakagawa ng kasalanan ay hilig nating ipasa sa iba at isisi ang nagawa. Bakit nga ba napakahilig natin mangsisi, isisi ang bagay na hindi natin gustong mangyari? Ang hilig natin ipasa ang ating mga kamalian na tayo naman talaga ang may kagagawan, ang hilig natin manisi sa taong wala namang alam. Kasalanan na ating ginawa, ipapasa sa inosententeng tao na tahimik at wala namang ginagawa. Bakit hindi na lang aminin ang kamalian at tanggapin na tayo ay nakagawa ng kasalanan? Bakit nga ba? Ang hilig nating itanggi ang ating kasalanang nagawa, wala naman tayong magagawa kung ito ay ikakaila, nakagawa na tayo nang kasalanan at hindi na maiibabalik pa ang nakaraan. Nakaraan na kung maibabalik pa ay paniguradong wala ring mangyayaring pagbabago. Makakagawa at makakagawa pa rin tayo ng kasalanan na hindi natin namamalayan. Mga kasalanan na kung tutuisin ay hindi maiiwasan, kasalanan na likas na nagagawa ng tao, kasalanan na hindi dapat isisi at kasalanan na hindi na dapat itanggi. Bakit nga ba mahilig natin gawin ang mga ito?

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Nadurog na Katha

         Lumamlam na ang dating ulan na mapusok. Kay tagal mo ng nawala tulad sa mga naglalahong usok. Mga pangakong tinangay na ng nawawasak na kahapon, waring natatabunan na sa pagtagal ng panahon. Basag na ang mga linya sa tulang hinabi, heto at naniniwala pa rin ako sa mga katagang iyong sinabi.

        Sa mundong ako'y sayo ngunit kailanman ika'y hindi magiging akin, nakakapit pa rin ako sa mga pangakong iniukit mo sa akin. Nung araw na sinabi mong babalik ka kasama ng katuparan ng iyong pangako, pinilit kong maniwala kahit na alam kong mapapako. Mag isang nakaupo at nagdarasal na sana sa pag angat ng nanghihinang ulo, sa pagdilat ng namumugtong mata, at sa muling pagbuka ng natuyong labi masisilayan ko ang hinintay kong ikaw sa aking tabi. Ngunit dumugo na ang mga sugat, pilitin ko mang gumalaw ngunit talagang kay bigat. Dumating sana kahit yung taong aako sa iyong mga napakong pangako.

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Otso Bente Tres

Isang gabi sa bisig  ng iyong mahal, binura lahat ang pag papagal. Pinatunayan ang isang pag ibig na wagas kahit saan dala pagmamahal mong nag bibigay lakas.Inihanda mo ang aking puso sa mga digmaang ating haharapin. Ngunit sinigurado mong ako'y hindi maalipin. Isinigawa ang mga pangako sa lilim ng liwanag ng buwan. Ibinulong sa huni ng mga kuliglig sa halaman. At sabay na hinintay bumuhos ang ulan na nag dadala ng lamig, upang ika'y mayakap ng lubos at protektahan sa lamig na maaring mong danasin sa pag ibig mo para sa akin. Isang nakakagulat na pangyayari na ika'y gumati ng mahigpit na yumakap. Habang ibinubulong sa akin ang kawalan mo ng pagnanais sa ibang bagay bukod sa akin. Ikunuwento mo lahat ng mahahalagang kabanata sa iyong buhay.  Pang unawa ko'y sayo agad inalay. Habang pinupunasan ang iyong luhay ng walang kamalay-malay. Umakto tayong sa atin ang mundo ng bgabing iyon. Puno ng mahika ang bawat segundo, na ating pinag saluhan. Bawat delatye ay maliwang pa sa aking isipan. Nagagawa ko pang ipinta sa mga ulap ang larawan ng  iyong mukha habang ako'y ginagawa mong dantayan. Nag marka pa sa aking isipan ang mga ala-ala  ng gabing pinangalanan kong otso,bente tres. Ang petsa kung saan naramdaman ko na ang buhay ko'y kayang ialalay makita ka lamang sa ilalim ng buwan at sayo akoy na humuhini ng pag-ibig na wagas.
 

As I stand against this young evening of ageless sorrow and regrets

As I stand against this young evening of ageless sorrow and regrets, the tender moonlight unveils a tyrant truth long hidden underneath the silent dark. The reality of it is so harsh and true that I am currently compelled to call on those distant dreams shining with the grieving stars a million lightyears and chances away. Hoping, eagerly hoping, that my plea might be heard. While the mortality of man blankets the rest of souls all day tiring, I live wide awake. Weakened by my own pointless art, my quill dries. Still, I have found a way to continue writing, thus making this brief moment eternal. Quiet. Quiet and thinking. The moon must be. I have always referred to myself as a poet so passionate about his loves. Tale after tale, my mastery has been getting more sophisticated. However, a man comes to a point in his life where he finds what he truly dears, and he will cherish that thing until his death. I have come to that. At first, I thought it was poetry. The art of turning one’s bleak and barren thoughts into an undying masterpiece. Then, I realized I was wrong. For all those times, it wasn’t poetry, but the one who fuelled it. It was her. It is her. Sad thing is, she has told me that, like those dreams on which I call, she wants to stay afar. Distant. In faith, I do not know if I should carry on writing. I owe you an apology. Perhaps you will not be able to hear from me again. As said, a man will cherish his true love until his death, and when his true love says that her love is dead, he is as well. So, distant dreams, guide me home. The world shall continue living, and life shall go on, and my end shall prize my pain as I break my stand against this young evening of ageless sorrow and regrets. 


-Rain Check

Does being alone make me weird?

Does being alone make me weird?

This question always come up in my mind. Does is it really make me weird? Well, to answer my own question, I guess, it is. But, why? I admit I am not good in socializing with others. I prefer to be alone than to be with my so-called ‘friends’. I prefer to be in my silent room reading fiction books than to be with my loud sisters who always talk about some random rumors that doesn’t really interest me. And I really prefer to be alone! Jeez. Why do they care? Why do they care if I don’t talk to people that much? Why do they bother saying I am weird? Okay, I am weird, so be it. Why don’t they mind their own business? It’s my life and they don’t have nothing to do with it.

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Even my family thinks that I am. Tss. They are my family and they were supposed to support me on who I am or at least understand me.

One day my mom asked me, “Samantha why don’t you bring your friends here? I want to meet them.”

“As if I have a friend, mom.” I replied to her. I really don’t have. If I have, it’s an imaginary friend. “Are you still a human? You’re weird.” See? My mom thinks that I am weird too. Does the idea of me being an introvert and independent, doesn’t come up to their mind? Tss.

They cannot blame me. As I said, I’m not good in socializing. I don’t know how to gained friends. You can laugh at me but I really don’t know how and I don’t mind it. I’m happy on who I am now. Yeah, I do believe in the quotation ‘No man is an island’. Yes, that’s true. Well, at least I have my family to talk. I’m not really alone.

Actually, I have friends before. Nicole and Alexa. They were my friends. I am happy when I’m with them. My day is incomplete when I do not see one of them. Everything is perfect when we are together though there is no such thing as perfect. They are my strength, my shoulder to cry on, and my family. I love my friends, I love being with them. I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

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But, challenges and trials always come to people’s life. One day, Alexa asked us if we could go to their house. So, we said yes. We were just neighbors. Nicole and I were actually surprise to see that there is a small celebration in their house. As far as I know, they celebrate an occasion in a fancy restaurant or in abroad. That’s how their rich. Her family seldom celebrates an occasion in their house.

Out of curiosity, Nicole asked her. “What is the occasion, Alexa? This is your first time to celebrate an occasion here in your house. Wow.” Amazement is written on her face. Even me was amazed.

I saw sadness in Alexa’s face. “Why?” I asked her. I know her too well. We were friends before we met Nicole. I know she’s sad but why? She supposed to be happy.

“Girls, we are leaving.” She said. “My parents decided to live in Canada for good.” She added.

So, that’s the reason why she’s sad. And I am too. My childhood friend is leaving, what a great news. Note the sarcasm. With that day, we spend all our time being together. I will miss Alexa but I will be happy to her. I know we will see each other again.

My life was very incomplete when Alexa leave. Nicole and I were very sad. We couldn’t imagine spending our elementary days without her.

As the time passed by, we reach the 6^th grade. Nicole is still my classmate and still my friend. Our friendship is still strong even without Alexa until another one day, I heard Nicole saying bad things about me. I don’t know the reason why. I don’t even know why she’s mad at me and that she‘s telling bad things behind my back. I really don’t know the reason!

I decided to confront her. I asked her if she are willing to talk me in private and she said yes.

“Nicole why are you saying bad things about me?” I ask calmly. I couldn’t get mad at her and I don’t want to break our friendship, she is still my friend. She’s the only friend that I have.

She didn’t answer me, she remained quiet. “Nicole why? I thought we’re friends.” I asked again.

“No. You are not my friend. I hate you, Samantha. You are such a bitch. I hate you. I don’t want you to be my friend. Just get out of my life.” She said angrily and just like that, she leaves me. I was left hurt. My friend leave me. Again. She’s really mad and I still don’t know the reason. I tried to ask her many times, but she refused me. And as we graduated in elementary, she doesn’t want to talk to me.

I decided to just let Nicole to be away from me. I just thought that I would gain true friends again when I enter high school. But, I think, I thought wrong. I thought having friends was easy. It was. But having true friends was not easy. I couldn’t find a friend that was true to me. I mean at least good to me.

Well, I can adjust myself to have friends but I can’t change myself just for them. From that moment, I just realize, maybe I should be by myself. So that’s the reason why I am alone all the time. I enjoy being alone.

I am not alone all the time, I still communicate to people. But, again, not all the time. And I still wonder why do they call me weird? So what if I don’t have friends? Does that mean I am weird? Well, I don’t care. I enjoy to be alone and that makes me happy.

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THY GIRL

I

Thy girl shall not love

Woman deceived me in vain

Cursed thy name of Jane

II

I've moved on from you

Pain still appears in your name

Love fades, pain exists

III

I condemned the day

In midst of night,fall for you

On that day I died.

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Falling Art

This is beyond my dying heart

Where everything is made apart

I don't know how to start

But this is my falling art

You promised me that you'll be my knight

That you'll protect me through all the fight

That even in my darkest night

You'll serves as my brightest light

I'll wait here even the sun burns bright

I'll wait here when the moon turns white

I'll wait here until you return and we reunite

I promise to wait here until everything turns right

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...And how I wish that I was him

It was as if to her the whole world was him
She loved her as if he was a dream
But it took only a while for this one of the grounded seraphim
To know that her love was too short a scream
And so even though she was so in love with him
He found another girl, another one of the grounded seraphim
And he loved her as if she was a dream
And to her, the first of those grounded seraphim,
Who loved him as if he was a dream
He was really just a dream
And her life ended with a faint fading scream
And she was still in love with him

-Rain Check

Habambuhay na Himbing

Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
At mapunta sa mundo ng pantasya at doon ay mahulog
Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
Nais ko lamang ay makatulog nang may pusong nadudurog
Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
Upang sa kanyang katotohanan ako ay hindi na muling mahulog
Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
At matapos na ang pag-ibig na nabubuo’t nadurdurog
Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
Hanggang sa umaga ang mga tala ay mahulog
Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
At hindi na muling magising sa liwanag na nadudurog
Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
Humimbing sa kamatayan hanggang ang buhay ay mahulog
Ako’y kantahan nang sa wakas ay makatulog
Sa huling pagtibok ng aking pusong nadudurog 

-Rain Check 

Paraiso

Halina’t pagmasdan ang napakagandang tanawin

Malamig at sariwang hangin ay ating damhin

Tila isang paraiso na hindi mo akalain

Ngayo’y namamasdan mo na, iyong mahalin

Paminsan napapabayaan at hindi napapansin

Minsan din naman ay winawasak pa ang sariling atin

Bakit ba hindi na lang ito alagaan at palaguin

Tayo din naman ang makikinabang sa magandang tanawin

Pagpapaganda sa isang paraiso ay ating sikapin

Hindi naman ito mahirap na gawain

Ang ating paraiso ay tanggapin

Sa isip at puso ay mahalin

-Hanna

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Hindi Sapat Ang Ako

Sa gitna ng lakbayin mula sa isang unos nasilayan ko ang isang babae na tumatangis, halata ang sakit mula sa kanyang mga mata ngunit mababakas and katatagan. Ako agad ay na nahulog sa mga mata niyang tila nangungusap. Na tila nag sasabi maari mo akong samahan sa gitna ng pag lalakabay. Animo'y isang paanyaya na walang formal na pagdalo. Agad ko hinawakan ang kanyang kamay kasabay ng pag akay sa kanya. Wala siyang kibo ngunit mababasa mo ang pag tataka sa kanyang mata. Kayat agad kong sinabi nais ko siyang pangitiin sa gitna ng pag lalakbay. Noong una masyadong mailap ang nga ngiti ng babae ngunit malaking suwerte ng mahanap ko and kiliti niya at kami ay nag ka igihan. Ang simpleng ngiti at naging pag tawa hanggang sa naging halakhak. At nakakagulat na ang susunod at mahal niya na ko. Sa unay di ako naniwala dahil marahil paraan niya iyon ng pag papasalamat sa pag tulong ko. Ngunit nasaktan siya na di ako sumagot na siya ay iniibig ko din. Kayat sa huli ang mga labi koy di na nakapag sinungaling. Nasambit kong mahal ko na siya una pa lang. Napuno kami ng pag mamahal habang nag lalakabay. Tila sa amin ang mundo. At na sigurado ko na siya na ang kasama ko hanggang dulo. Ngnuit bigo ako. Bang biglang may narinig naming sigaw ng lalaki at tinuklas kung sino iyon. Iniwan ako ng babaeng iyon para iligtas ang lalaki na tumtangis. Ang lalaki pa lang iyon ang matagal ng iniibig ng babae. Walang paalam siya ay lumisan, iniwan akong nag iisa. Puno ng tanong kung kasinungalingan lang bang maituturing ang araw na sinabi niyang mahal niya ko. Ngnuit isa lang ang tiya.  Hindi sapat ang ako, para iwan ang lalaking sumisigiw ng kanyang tulong.

TAYO sa mundong naglalaho

Ipinangako mo ang walang hanggan
Ngunit ikaw ngayon ay nasaan?
Wala na ba talagang katapusan?
Mga dumarating at mabilis din lumilisan

Kailangan ko ng kumpirmasyon
Na ang salitang tayo'y isa na lamang imahinasyon
Wala na sigurong solusyon
Sa naglalahong relasyon

Paalam sa mga nasayang na panahon
Ako'y kakawala na sa nilikha mong kahon
Babangon sa panibagong hamon
Iiwanan ang pait ng kahapon

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Hell.

Sight. Feelings. Words. Actions. Borrowed Time. Memories. And just like that, she’s gone.

-Rain Check

When you finally learn to let go

The easiest thing you do now is to throw

All the things that you have been keep before

You will realize now that it is an eyesore

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Witch Hunt

Long ago, before technology took over the world and made life easier, there was magic. Magic described and seen deeper than those magic tricks magicians used to perform in front of children and audience to impress them, magic that could hurt, magic that could kill. This magic was owned by the witches and wizards, but long ago, witches were more popular and secretly dominated the world. These witches scattered all around the world, living in fear that someone might see them and call off the knights to sly them and burn them in front of a huge crowd who despised them more than anything. Witches were feared for their spells that could harm anyone in any way. What scared those most was the fact that they lived in fear every day, not knowing if it'll be their last.

But long ago, there lived a young witch in the land. Ah, yes, she came to love a young prince and so the story goes.

Long, blonde hair and cold yet sweet, blue eyes. She went by the name of Caroline; sweet, dear, and loved by anyone and everyone—including the dear young prince, Marx. Marx was the prince and the heir of the kingdom of that land at that time, and Caroline just so happened to catch the prince’s attention. At a young age, both souls fell in love.

“No need for a magic to stop time, no spell can achieve what I feel.” Once said the prince, "Love bounding through every hour, joy lights a new day.”

Everyone loved the love that was Caroline and Marx. Everyone smiled and gushed about how they looked the perfect pair. Caroline’s perfect, silky blonde hair seemed to match Marx’s chocolate brown locks. Their personalities weren’t any different; both were very caring and kind towards everyone. They were loved for what they seem to be. But from afar, someone despised them—no, someone despised Caroline more than anyone; it was the woman who served the Catholic church of the land: Amy. She hated Caroline for a reason; she was in love with Marx, the prince who had shown her what it was like to live.

Amy envied Caroline for being the one who the prince loved. All of these didn’t happen before, and Marx was Amy’s and Amy’s only before Caroline came into his line of view and stole him away from her. Because of that, Amy, the well-known servant of God, began to blight her own soul; she began to blight her own heart with the darkness that was her jealousy towards the witch that was Caroline.

"She kept all the magic out of sight, how else to achieve what you feel?” Once Amy asked Marx, and the prince was taken aback. “Love burning the final hour. She’ll light a new day.”

Now, hear the witch crying louder as she’s tied up to her eyes.

“Penitence for your crime! Penitence and your life!” Said the crowd that was right before her very eyes, spewing venom with every word, eyes looking at her with pure disgust. The Caroline that everyone once loved was now the Caroline that everyone hated. It was amusing that in just a flash, their love turned into burning hatred and that hatred caused them to tie her up at a wooden crucifix, like the way Jesus Christ had been tied. Dried hay and leaves rest beneath the end of the cross; they will burn it once the church bells ring.

“If that love was just a curse, then you shall not have any tears to shed!” Cried Amy as she looked up at Caroline. Long, blonde hair faded and cut short. The life that was in her eyes faded into a dull blue—cold and lifeless, hopeless, too.

“Let it light, let it burn bright, we only do what’s right!” Amy added and as if on cue, the church bell rang, indicating that the time for Caroline to be punished for being a hideous being—a witch had begun. Amy took a torch and lighted it with a fire burning so bright and burning so painfully in Caroline’s eyes and she watched in fear as that burning flame started to scatter on the dried hay that was beneath her tied feet. She struggled, she begged for Marx to stop them, she begged for the prince to save her, but the prince did nothing but watch as the flames went up to her feet, blighting her delicate skin that he used to love touching. Marx apologized inside his head, feeling sorry and guilty for being unable to do anything despite being the prince and the heir of the land.

“Can’t believe of the fools that I see! You fed them dirty lies!” Shouted Caroline and a scream went out of her throat, and just like that, she was engulfed in the flames that kissed her good night. Marx watched in horror, and as the flames swallow Caroline—his dear, sweet Caroline, he could only mutter a few words;

“In another life, I will find you.”

*

“Good evening everyone! Thank you for attending this year’s book fair!” And the crowd of bookworms cheered wildly, raising their favorite books in the air and anticipating excitedly for the very special guest that the hosts of the fair had mentioned before, “Now, give it up for our very special guest! It’s none other than the author of the very famous book, Witch Hunt!” 

The crowds roared greatly, and there was a loud applause. He looked up from the book he was holding and onto the stage right before him. He saw how she walked out to the audience with a microphone in her hand, and he noticed her long, silky blonde hair, and her cold yet sweet-looking eyes. And her smile! So perfect. She caught his attention. Feels like something nudged onto him that it happened before—somewhere…

She spoke for a while, and then she descended down the stairs and onto the long table right in front of them, and then… the book-signing came after. Each and every one of her fans gathered up and lined up to have their copies signed by the lovely author with the blue eyes. From what he could see in his spot in this long line, she was friendly, sparking a conversation with her fans and smiling at them sweetly. He wanted to see that smile up close, so he decided to stay within the line, patiently wait for his turn.

And it was his turn. He was up next and when it was already his turn, something unimaginable happened. He tripped on his own two feet and fell right in front of her. Everyone was dead silent for a moment, and he got up quickly, smiling sheepishly. Something told this author that this man with the chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes was familiar, and that she had seen him before. Light skin that seemed to match hers, captivating stare and addicting smile… He was very familiar.

“Are you okay?” She asked, and he chuckled an embarrassing chuckle, scratching the back of his head, “Y-Yes, sorry about that.” He apologized, placing his copy on the table in front of her.

“Thank you for reading my Witch Hunt. I hope you liked it!” She said, grabbing the pen nearby while keeping her gaze up at him whose figure seemed to loom over her.

“I liked it very much! It was so detailed and so heart twisting.” The man replied and his embarrassed smile mellowed down to a soft one. “Ah, I see…” The author smiled again and her gaze fell down on the copy that belonged to the man in front of her.

“May I ask what your name i--…” She stopped talking immediately when she saw the words written on the first blank page of the book that she wrote.

It said;

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A sonnet for my love

326

Often dost mine eyes desire fairest sights
Glancing along the garden of roses
Dreaming of beauty in their darkest nights
Taking pills of pulchritude in doses
But when at thee they look, thy looks suffice
And therefore never shall they pray for more
There’s more beauty I behold in thine eyes
Than I dost in those which poets adore
So my love, never fear time’s tyranny
Despite the withering it may e’er cause
Though the truth inside is now’s heresy
I shall go on in defiance of laws
            Thou fixest the whole being of my heart
            I would live and die to observe thine art

-Rain Check

Forget yourself  by becoming interested in others. Do every day a good deed that will put a smile of joy on someone's face. - Dale Carnegie

Interpretation:

In this world that self preservation is much more value than being a person who thinks for others, is a heroic deed. There is no wrong in becoming selfish but if it becomes chronic and you do nothing for others it becomes a crime for humanity. No man is an island, there will be a time that you will need an assistance from other people and if you did not help anyone why do expect someone returns it to you. But helping others just for the sake of return of investment is not a healthy reason. You must do an act without expecting in return. At the end putting a smile of joy to others will be great act of being thankful that there is Supreme being who always put smile in our lips. 





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Painful End

Going back to the place we met
Where everything is still on set
Remembering all those words you said
And all those moments we've shared

Waiting my life to continue without you
Is like waiting in an endless queue
Trying to find my way back to you
Oh I forgot you're beside your new

To bear all these pains
I need to use all strengths I gained
Its really hard to unleash your chains
Please restore my broken lane

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