If you try to find 'tint' in 'shade' then you are 'optimistic'.
If you try to find 'shade' in 'tint' then you are 'pessimist'.
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Bow down and stand straight but both at the 'right place'...
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'Need' teaches you 'everything'.
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People will come
People will say
People will go
But you must hold on
To what you 'want'.
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'Problems' make you hard enough to gain the capability to overcome so called 'problems'.
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When anyone meets you who understands you 'truely'....it just 'heals' up your all wounds.
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Everything tends to be what it is used to be.
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'What to do in what situation?' defines...
The true quality and mentality of a person.
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'Humour' is the most attractive element in your 'personality'.
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Those who can bow down(humble) have a great potential to stand straight(stable) without support.
And those who stand straight only(unstable) may not be able to bow down.
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I pass by a solemn tree
Oh how my mind aims to be free
I am crumpled,I do pollute
I am a gleam of disrepute
I adore you with my starry eyes
Starve you with my long goodbyes
I am a story of many pages
Probably a hymn of dazzled sages
In those summers sweet and brown
I catch your smiles like a clown
I am a guitar of broken strings
I am a bird with no wings
Stuck in an altar of shame
I am that star taking all the blame
I am a rose turned silly white
I am a pauper in delight
I am freedom like it used to be
Passing through a storm with a spirit of glee
I am an afterworld of breathful peace
Shattered in a gap of utter disbelief
I am a statuette of sleepless suffering
A writer writing with no ink
I am a tree getting torn apart
Failure that wants to start
I am a zephyr standing still
In your head I am the will
In those high places
I scatter and break into a million traces
I am rude and impolite
In quiet summers soft and bright
I am a world of scary disease
Trapped in a body of gentle peace
I am a whisper in deep hiraeth
A sailor out of breath
I am a storm of the unforseen future
A rainbow of pulchritudinous nature
-siddharthajana
