Perfectly imperfect they say. I'm just a human they say. Not everything is in our control they say. But doesn't that just sound like an excuse to get away from what we can achieve or live up to the maximum potential? It's so common to find people who give up at the drop of a hat but very rare to find a few persisting people. It's hard to find an honest face among the people who go about the day wearing different masks. They say eyes are the portal to one's soul but where is the soul when you kill them slowly by turning away from the injustice? We just do good deeds to be noticed nowadays, where is the will everyone possesses to do good when no one notices? They say fake it till you make it but is it not possible to be honest? Everything is complicated these days, can't we just uncomplicate things?
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PoetryThis book consists of random musings and my take on poetry. It embodies my emotional state of mind throughout the time frame mentioned in the form of dates and/or captions.
