Nobody but those who climbs up falls down,
Standing still makes you live while you're dead.
So when you go back remember to leap higher,
Life is all about the efforts and movement,
The risks, the crave, everything is balanced at instability,
So as the lift, life goes out of order when it stops,
It's always about the little efforts to the right path,
Once we search for a firm ground, we would get one in 6 foot.
Noting but death is static as you please on this Earth.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
