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The un-asked-for evaluations

Entering our minds,

From different directions

And of all kinds,

Mixed with emotions

Beyond our control,

But giving us the feelings

Of not being whole,

A set of words

Sometimes the tone,

And very little regard

For how we have grown,

A tale of the past

To convince the cast,

Against the claim

And to blame,

Us for being us

And the entire clan,

Arising from nowhere

Still so powerful,

Showing the dust

Even to the rightful,

Just to fulfill

The urge to revive,

That feeling of incompleteness

And that of being left behind.

Comments

An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

The Rising!

A tale of inspiration, building upright, from the gallows of darkness and kingdom of fight, A burning desire to give proof, of abiding strength and courage and coup, An inner whirlwind, rising and falling, like a sand dune with its crests and troughs, magically building the foundation of faith and truth, Its outcome will be a proof in time of all things worthy and filled with chime.

A Rebel?

A rebel is what you call, A fighter is what I prefer, The most important thing of all Is that the qualities don't differ, To stand for what I believe, To look at people leave, It does break my heart for a while But more than that, it brings about a smile, For it exposes the real ones And the cruel ones, And along it brings enlightenment to my soul, And peace to my mind, To be able to find A part of me in all, To be alive and willing, To be thoughtful and thinking, To be educated and building, To be sensible and helping, Life is a game Battlefield, if you will, To come out alive Is the mildest of will, Injuries do pain, But can never overpower the gain, I wish this human race Condemned the norms And started off believing In possibilities and forms.

Girlishly

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