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Now I do not feel as bad, when I think of the girl I loved, but couldn't marry. Marriage is made into a business and love can never survive here. I loved her, was closer for 2 years, but I still remember her even now May be love wouldn't have survived, had we been married. Not her nor me to blame; she still remains the best in my life. Now I do not feel as bad for not making something I loved, into profession Business kills love, and I would have been sold along with my art Doing the same thing that sells again and again; for the sake of money Would have made my life so worse that I could not even acknowledge Good that I do not have much to my possession Though at times, I wish I had more But how less sorrowful I will be; as I will have so less to lose Sometimes when lonely, wish someone was right beside. But again feel safe to be with myself; lonely though. Worse than this is to be in crowds and even worse if some are morons. It does not take long to degrade others to my level...

Never say I want freedom from my tormentor You will escape from one, but get trapped by another. Never say you want freedom from life. How do you know that Death isn't a trap Your desires will always chase you wherever you are You aren't free till then. If you do not get something from someone. It will be a trap to try to get it from elsewhere Free you are, only when you have left no desire for anything. You aren't free till you are flawlessly detached. Freedom cannot mean to escape pain and be always happy That could be a trap that I will little know about. While there will be time when I am deprived of everything and in immense suffering But I a free from the influence of desire, temptation, indulgences. And never generalize that being free is to be always happy, Often seen insanes and the idiots appear happy; but are they really free! This isn't freedom if I run from one who does not meet my desire and go elsewhere. I still remain enslaved by desire. I am not free ti...

Who was there when left out by all. Who was there when I had to do it all on my own. Who was there when I had no support to expect. Who was there that pushed me stronger in the midst of turbulence. Who was there that made me win when no hope was left. With That with me always, isn't it insane to ever feel lonely. Isn't it insane to ever forget That and get trapped in the worldly affairs. When all would again be lost, which That helped me to gain I will again fall back to That Then why to ever feel lonely; I will always find me there for myself

Look man! See what you have done to yourself. Look! Why have you been left so lonely. You walk in the forest and seeing you, birds fly away The weak and the strong, flee knowing you as a Eater You cut trees to make bed, but snatch your shade away. Even your Creator must be left to wonder how dastardly you used your brain You keep family and friends only to meet your needs And effortlessly leave aside when no longer in use. You are living among billions but still feel alone And often left to die unnoticed; how big your feat been.

Celebrate those good "bad days" They aren't as bad as it seems to be Though hard, but they show the illusion of life. All leave you, and you are left to your own devices And none and nothing to look forward to None there who love me and nor any I could expect from. Happier the days, more the suffering they caused For I knew not, some were around for some use I could be of But that does not last too long And I am once again thrusted to live on my own devices. Reasons could be many, departed for some mistakes I made Some known and some I was quite not sure of But I love you, my good "Bad Days" When all are there with me only at my good times Why do I not surrender and be left to live on my own devices

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                                                                                            Jacqueline du Pré You have the wildly, gypsy beauty You are perfect but absolutely oblivious of that and never act to be one You are rough, you are unconventional, and that's what make me love you There is no struggle with life and you are hard to be described You are what, I still don't know When I see you, I do not feel like expressing you my love You do the best carelessly You never act, you never live, you never love You are life, you are love, you are .... You are one for whom I wrote the shortest poem But you mean so much for me