A tale of goals and my dreams. Success stories bustling in ears with auctions Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings; Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see; But maybe no one wants to work on, I worked, maybe outworked against the last me, Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on; Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it, 'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read; Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat; Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net. Flying colours in the darkest rooms from the only black and white coloured books. I see 'my dreams' through them; Dreams which I know, eventually won't even last For more than that passing night. Running in the meadows of dreamt success, Drifting through relations with no single grudges, I live there, there in my own place Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes And I being left out in great suspense of a journey -- trying to make some sense. . ©Edm[a]nd

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A tale of goals and my dreams. Success stories bustling in ears with auctions Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings; Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see; But maybe no one wants to work on, I worked, maybe outworked against the last me, Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on; Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it, 'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read; Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat; Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net. Flying colours in the darkest rooms from the only black and white coloured books. I see 'my dreams' through them; Dreams which I know, eventually won't even last For more than that passing night. Running in the meadows of dreamt success, Drifting through relations with no single grudges, I live there, there in my own place Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes And I being left out in great suspense of a journey -- trying to make some sense. . ©Edm[a]nd

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A tale of goals and my dreams. Success stories bustling in ears with auctions Of meaningful quotes stumbling to make some meanings Dreams of success, of coarse everyone wish to see But maybe no one wants to work on I worked, maybe outworked against the last me Who can't handle, all that I'm holding on Love and hate, nothing I try to know about it 'Grow and grow' is all I wish to read Old dusty books masked with writer's blood and sweat; Catchy quotes catching eyes like fishes inside a net. Flying colours in the darkest rooms from the only black and white coloured books. I see 'my dreams' through them; Dreams which I know which won't even last For more than that passing night. Running in the meadows of dreamt success, Drifting through relations with no single grudges, I live there, there in my own place Where I don't need to be a part of any rat race Till the sunrise to mock my closed eyes And I being left out in great suspense of a journey, trying to make some sense. ©Edm[a]nd

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For you I created art for you, Abstract landscapes painted with love, On infinite easels on walls for you to view, Delicate strokes of brush kissing down the surface, Tip dripping with droplets of exquisite hue, But to you, it was nothing more than a mess. I wrote songs for you, Harmonious melody played with passion, On various instruments to construct a rhythm, An indirect confession through lyrics, To express my feelings without the need of vision, But to you, it sounded like an artist's mimic. I gave my all to you, Being a support and breaking many barriers, Of doing things beyond my wildest dreams, An intention to make you a bit happier, Not realising there was always a day you would leave, With nothing left behind but me

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Old pains Too many old breaths, I am letting in; The old scents perhaps, I am still living. Stumbling around the cross-roads we ever created, Maybe to find a home in despair; Sailing through the ocean of selfish dreams, Drowning in the midst of hands of my own crimes. That window of that same lane, I look and feel shy Old pains! they shower tears and smiles even after they die. Teary eyes of mine, asking things of no reasons to try; I wish I could erase my bleak desire of seeing back that smile. Corpses of buried memories scream in silence. Now Ages past but it's never old for them to be alive. Old pains! I now stopped trying. I wish I died with my dead emotions who never thought of dying.

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