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Well everybody dreams Everybody screams To do something big To attempt to swallow a thick Piece of our hope But it’s a steep slope Upward To becoming a big star And it’s certain that we will hit a wall We will have to crawl When the times hit us hard We will be thrown afar We will have to start From square one Do the steps already done And that’s where most of us fail Hit the bottom of the scale We will have to start anew And sew Our torn hopes again Even though the process may be almost same Well it shouldn’t be We have to think differently And take our decisions wisely At times even be feisty Cause the old things will work no more This process will cause a sore Back And force us to crack The toughest of walnut But we must have the gut To turn that shaggy hut Into a castle hard to bust But for that we have to spew The energy to start a new As many times as it takes #awari -yakaa: jujaan

Poof! Gone in a instant like a magician had sent you to some other dimension one moment you were there, next moment gone I cared for you deeply, I did but my time in your life had skid away like a racer doing a drift my time there was very swift I still walk those roads you know I still wish to see you grow but I can’t walk that road no more Cause every time I do that I feel low but you wanted me out so I did that without a shout even though I had my side to explain I didn’t wanna forcefully retain a bond that wouldn’t have continued long though I do admit that it wasn’t very strong to begin with #golden_eyes -yakaa: jujaan

You were thrashed hung up on the wall and bashed thrown on the ground and smashed tied up to the pillar, lashed with a rope so thin that it cut deep into your skin And then there arose a crack in your body and you began to look like an old hag but my dear wipe those tears that are smeared and clear your thoughts and think calmly you still treat people warmly so what if they see your crack the right ones will wag their tails and be drawn to you cause they know the things you had to do to stand up to all those beatings to stand up against those hate that they have been feeding your small crack means that you’re put to the test and received a slugfest and didn’t fall apart #awari #batman -yakaa: jujaan

I feel something in my heart it feels like darts being thrown, I’m being torn apart am I that smart as to ignore what’s in there as I smear tear stains of my face I am just a cupids case A fight with someone dear oh! How I wish she was here so that I can caress her cheeks and take a peek Inside her heart It was a live at first sight so we tried with all our might to be together damn I wanted her and she wanted me a thing only she could see so we fought on to find our home that was our embrace After some desperate tries after some white lies we got together both me and her and damn we were happy we chatted all and night in our lappy but it had to come to a comma so here I am writing this desperately missing our hugs and our kiss It was no one’s fault but our story has come to a halt Desperately loving each other with all our heart we almost fell apart but we sorted out our things now and I do want to bow Down to those who helped us gently pus

I know that you’ll never come again I know that things will never be the same but you left without knowing what I am all about I miss our evening tea talks I miss how I stalked and followed you till you reached home but all those things are now gone your short height your disappearing will to fight I wish that you’d fight with all your might I wish that you’ll see the light but you’re not with me a pain only I can see so I can only hope that you’re fine I can only hope that you’ll shine and be the person I want you to be without me… #golden_eyes (a short chapter but a chapter to be remembered. This name is definitely going to the list of the ones who got away) -yakaa: jujaan

Smoke and fly laugh and smile one stick of THC is all I need to feel free but nah, it’s never enough the more I get the more it feels soft no more will I get hurt no more will I blurt nonsense, I talk about worlds I talk about psychedelic goals just one more roll of it and I’ll get my energy to diss that bully that I always wanted to beat that asshole who took my front seat but now I’m dancing in an inaudible beat a few more and I’ll never be sick again… (all about weed.) -yakaa: jujaan

Not a sharp tool I am but I don’t give a damn call me unhinged, broken or weird I’m the kinda guy your mom feared that you would turn out to be cause I thrive in insanity too different to be included in a mediocre society the one who has dived deep into the sea the one who is the sole survivor in the city of grayscale and monochrome life the only one who strives now to see the color the one who doesn’t care much about dollars the man who rhymes and writes the man whose crime still fights among themselves, yea all I need is a pen and a paper just to sit and write and savor the curves and lines that he makes writing about the hates an eyes he takes from this stereotypical world the man who has sold his soul to the devil the man who no longer needs T.V cable cause the devil has already made a sweet deal with him a short life for freedom it seems so he- I enjoy this freedom of words where I can write and blurt as much as I want to cause I’ve lived a thousand