The Elite Choice

The Elite Choice

The Elite Choice Choices, decisions and their sequence, Show the value of their significance. Process of the sequence and the sequence of the thoughts, are the ever encored laws.   Choices seeming perfect today, won’t be best of tomorrow, but what we tend to choose, can lead to either happiness or sorrow.   Choosing to be secretive, or sharing the thoughts staying assertive. Lying to the believed, or believing the lie is a choice, an elite choice.   Range of feelings during a proposal, choosing what you want, in return, the variations of the expressions in that approval, bears the varied, elite choice.   Desires characterize the infinity curve, the time parameter decides the effects, if the time isn’t perfect, the choice has to be perfect. The absolute,  elite choice.   Choices carry anticipation, where the amount of anticipation also requires a choice, The Elite Choice. © The Honest Fabler — Bhumika Dhavale © Image Source — Google...
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My Poetry

My Poetry

On the nights when I sleep alone, missing you by my side, the vacancy never fills up and sustains the void, On such night you become my poetry. At times when I see you, the times when I forget to notice anything else, when I'm full with you, At such times you become my poetry. On the days when you are down, sad and upset, and talking to me when you say,"thank you for cheering me up' On such calls you become my poetry. Just looking in your eyes, resting my head on your shoulder, when you caress my face with your fingers, You become my poetry. And then as I leave, headed back to my field, I get a knot in my throat and I can't speak, When I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, You become my poetry. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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Library Romance.

Library Romance.

Library Romance - Every New Time. The first time I saw her smile, it was through the gaps of the library shelves that she stood beyond. The first time we exchanged a glance, she laughed too hard while reading a comic under the "Keep Silence" board. The first time I talked to her, she dropped her favorite bookmark in the crack between two tables which I helped to lift. The second time I didn't only see her smile, I smiled with her. The second time we didn't only exchange a glance, we stared directly in our eyes looking for solace. The second time I didn't only talk to her, I confessed to her about how I felt that she had the brightest smile I'd ever seen and the sweetest voice I'd ever heard. The third time I definitely didn't see her smile, she cried her eyes out in her father's arms. The third time we definitely couldn't exchange a glance, since her eyes were drenched with tears and her mascara all over. The third time I definitely didn't...
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Spellbound

Spellbound

Spellbound(?) Today I saw a girl, Something about her made my heart twirl. Her pearly eyes never met mine, Yet I knew our hands would fit in just fine. Her chubby cheeks, rosy lips, dimple chin, squishy nose. Why can't I form an original prose? Her sublime beauty had surely perplexed my mind, I was lost in a trance & words are something I still can't find. © The Honest Fabler © Image source- Google Images...
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Stolen Dreams

Stolen Dreams

The worst part about today's situation, is not that we don't dream. On the contrary, we have a million dreams! Dreams, so intense that on turning true they would shake the society's foundation. The rainbow of love would shine high, Unfazed by the people's judgement no soul would cry. The unicorns would be our daily ride. A ride that we would stride with our chest swollen with pride. Ink would flow all over our skin, We would flaunt them openly with our raised chin. 9-5 would no more be a standard life, Freedom would be our very first wife. But, oh, still they say we don't dream. Little do they know, it's them who have chosen our life's every stream. Little do they know, they've stolen our favorite cake's best cream. ©The Honest Fabler ©Image Source- Google Image...
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The Lost Star

The Lost Star

The Lost Star In the darkest part of the night, we met. We giggled and laughed and danced to the moon's melody under the twinkling starlight. We cherished our happy moments made at night, every morning. Then came a day when she joined those stars, making them shine brighter! But what about me? I had now lost my guiding light. ©The Honest Fabler ©Image Source- Google Images...
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