two ways

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I stand in front of two ways: truth and lie,
Every time in life like the seasons of year.
Relationship of both still a mark in mind.
Same question comes,
“What should i choose this time?”
No sorry, no guilty, nothing express on bloody face,
Deck of truth and lie put on desk by subtracting ace.
Ace must be solution of relationship of both,
Chose solution of mine for relationship of both.
And it made all the difference for both in each condition.
Truth wins and lie lose every time, see the solution.
In he end same question comes
“What should i choose this time?”
May be this time it,
Make difference for both.
My lust for knowledge can do whatever it wants.

Love is life and life is writing.




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It's wonderfully rhymed. I am too from New Delhi. Keep writing. Do you write stories also?
"Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror"

— Paramore



I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint