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Zeros and A One

  0, I tried to dream, a one for me, With high hopes and undeteerting belief But, as the time went by went my relief Fearing the walk to achieve, as my will fell steep 00, Somehow I stood up again even in fear, While everyone departed but my dear, I weep, I cry, I struggle with my try Letting me down, the end doesn't seem near 000, For the world to call you a failure, A mistake is enough, as what's not visible are the effort But, only the brand of what you wear Every hope, motivation and belief dry out in this desert 0000, How do you expect me to rise again? As I have lost many times Pushing you back from where you began, Not able to put my foot forward, with these deluded crimes 00000, But all I need is a one, To make zeros a meaningful one As the night of dreadful dream is over by the rising sun To overcome this I realized I am myself that one 100000, "I never could have imagined how strong I would become, To reach places and the new world I see
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Hey Rain!

Hey Rain! You showered today On the unfortunate and the blessed, On the poor and the rich, On the smarter and on the bleak. But I want to ask you, Are you here to rejuvenate, As you and the earth mate? Are you here to wash out the hatred And for the love to spread? Or, Are you here to wash out the hope, Hang the humanity down the rope? Are you here to shadow the earth, Further increasing suffering of the broke? But what I love, Is the smoothing sound of the raindrops, The ever spreading petrichor, Your audacious thunder, Your might and parity for the whole. I wish I find my answers... -Tushar Bhakte 
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Was it Worth?

  Walking along a walkway, Looking at the blue sky, I saw a bird stray, Thinking was it worth to fly? From crawling on the floor, To running the races of life, Choosing known and unknown doors, Thinking was it worth strife? From striving to create, To kill it and learn to imitate, Pondering my doings and undoings, Thinking was it worth the faith? I am delusional, numb, Not knowing what is real and not, Shall I forget all with a glass of rum? Or is it the life I thought?
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I have came too far to quit!!!

I want to realize my dream In the process I have steamed To work out a way to achieve The winsome dream I believe Minutes turned into hours Of which, I spent some counting stars Hours into Days and Days into months Of which, some passed with a grunt And now I stand somewhere in middle From where my dream appears a riddle And there's also a sardonic fog Which I fear I won't be able to cross I wish to give up, all the effort The faith, devotion and trust Sometimes I wish I shouldn't have started The journey to my dreams, now appearing departed But I cannot quit, as I have came too far To make every minute count and not mar Because it's one more lap that I have to face And I will achieve my dream with a leap of faith. Because, I have came too far to quit!!! -Tushar Bhakte
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Why Moulded a Heart?

Why moulded a heart? Why hushed a sweet pass? Why Drowning deep without waters? Why there is this shift of art? A sweet melody pierced Reciting a tail unheard To cite those flavours All hidden in these colours. I witness a stubborn push Rather a compliant heave Crazy although good And goosebumps in this prude. I am still puzzled don't you see? Uttering a prate even senseless to me But I want to live this love Adore the kissed country's shove Still asking the same questions Why moulded a heart? Why hushed a sweet pass? Why Drowning deep without waters? Why there is this shift of art? -Tushar Bhakte.
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Why am I alone?

Why am I alone In a mob of thousands? Why am I alone In the world I know still abandoned? I sight the Pinnacle  Where I ever wanted  And when I am there  Still I seek my soul for granted Why am I alone Where I still know a hundred? Why am I alone Where I know my Future is blunted I fight for the well being Of mine and the close ones Still I am made to walk alone  As my head's pointed with guns Why am I alone Even if I fight for me? Why am I alone The future in bargain I see... -Tushar Bhakte.
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Grey

All about this doomed Day,  And the chaos following,  Lies burning down the in spade With the red spilling the greyscale.  Inside trapped is what's a human Living the pain for the truth,  And crushed down all together,  With the bullying freed loop.  A disease started with the globe , Ruining the spirit  And the Bad blood grow Petrified where lives the soul.  A gigantic curse crawling the said by A lie to lie in future die.  Just like the spectrum turning red,  The blood and rest remains grey. -Tushar Bhakte.
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