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The Eternal Hitchhiker

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A cosmic fable of kindness, exhaustion, and the price of wandering.

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to reach some peaceful planet,

away from the chaos and the raging wars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he pays a certain heavy price

He pays it with a piece of his heart,

each time, sadly, an odd roll of the dice

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to find light, joy, and happiness,

within the darkness that kills and scars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he realizes what has always been clear

He can give happiness - anytime to anyone,

but to be unhappy forever is his only fear

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to finally rest and laugh aloud,

amongst the butterflies and a million flowers

But each time he hitches a ride,

his dreams are burnt and turn into cinders

It’s time to stop hitching rides forever;

it’s time to finally sleep in the eternal winters

Life isn’t Fair, My Friend

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Too little time and too much to do, too little air and too much to breathe—and now the pale sun dips low, autumn surrenders to frost, and a dying voice begs: don’t wait.

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Life isn’t fair, my friend; life isn’t fair at all

Once there was…,

Too little time and too much to do;

and too little air and too much to breathe

Too little space and too much to woo;

and too little energy and too much to reap

Too limited a vision and too much to see;

and too small a mind and too much to learn

Too little wisdom and too much taken as free;

and too small a choice and too many boats to burn

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Life isn’t fair, my friend; life isn’t fair at all

Once there was…,

All those I could have loved, but didn’t,

and all those I shouldn’t have, but did

All those I could have blessed, but didn’t,

and all those I shouldn’t have, but did

Knowledge I could have gained, but didn’t,

and knowledge I shouldn’t have accessed, but did

Things that I could have passed on, but didn’t,

and things that I shouldn’t have, but did

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Life isn’t fair, my friend; life isn’t fair at all

Now…,

The pale sun is dipping low in the West,

and the wind has stopped ruffling my hair

The chaos is all tired and preparing to rest,

and the eternal silence is almost here

The autumn is surrendering fast to the frost,

and the ideas have stopped painting my imagination

The violins have hushed, and all will is lost,

and ambition has ceased to move my determination

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Life isn’t fair, my friend; life isn’t fair at all

Please, I beg you…,

Go do what you want and go reap what you need,

be kind to all around you and get rid of your greed

Go see what you desire and go learn what you can,

understand all that you like, no need for any plan

Go love whoever you want, go follow your dream,

go bless even your enemies, no use of any scheme

Go make a legacy and at all costs, pass it on,

don’t delay, just move, don’t wait for a new dawn

The Wizard of Hope

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There was a prospect once, glittering like a gem;

a hazy perception, even a possibility of ‘them’

Hope and light were easy to be found;

for they had to just wait to be crowned

The birthplace of sun and its golden orb;

a miracle making two hearts throb

Now there is just ‘him’ and there is just ‘her’;

existing in orphan moments, so many they were

Hope is a must, but all its predictions so grim;

maybe some hope for ‘her’ and some hope for ‘him’

For they need to live beyond each other;

following their dreams, one after another

That is his quest which kills his soul;

searching for a little hope for her, in a black hole

For her, he can create hope, out of thin air;

as love makes him a wizard, capable and rare

But for himself, there is no hope to be found;

for his wand is useless, its fate has been bound

This is him, a wizard conjuring hope;

an exhausted soul, slipping down a never-ending slope

That is her, climbing up the stairs;

towards the stars, without any cares

May she reach the stars and may she find the light;

and may he conjure hope and be her dark knight

The Boat that was Doomed Forever

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There was once a very small boat;

made of polished, dark mahogany

It had to keep itself forever afloat;

its habits were a strange homogony

The boat being very small and petty;

it didn’t matter in His design at all

But its fate was written in the jetty;

in a few sentences, dark and small

‘You are hereby destined, you old one;

ordained to sail to non-existent shores

No other options or choices are none;

all the other paths end on locked doors’

‘Read these words, for it is your fate;

eternally destined to bet on lost causes

Do take it from me and do take it straight;

there is only anguish and no applauses’

The boat surely didn’t want this fate;

but life was cursed and forever doomed

Distress was certain and was never late;

the horn of frustration forever boomed 

Still, the old boat didn’t lose hope;

and started each journey with faith

Braving the waves, no anchor or rope;

a lonesome ghost, a silent wraith

There were storms and hard rain;

the boat did not care and moved on

There was damage and even pain;

the boat always waited for the dawn

Sometimes it saw lights and visions;

smiling with hope, it rowed on

But those were all bitter delusions;

the visions, what its fancy had drawn

Sometimes, it heard joyous laughter;

with a hopeful heart, it shouted ‘ahoy!’

Trying to chase the voices, it went after;

but found only silence, no mirth, no joy

Well, that was the life of this poor boat;

the lonely boat that was doomed forever

This was all - the life of this boat;

all the same were the days, whatsoever

The boat is tired, its wood has all but rotten;

there are several leaks, it’s  bound to sink

The dreams of glory, all forgotten;

the end is near, it has reached the brink

But the boat rows on, for it has a purpose;

it’s destined to live on, it’s meant to serve

The heart is tired, exhausting is the circus;

no time to lay anchor, no sense to lose nerve

Love, Greed and the Elephants’ Graveyard

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After a full day of rain in Africa, the sun goes down, hiding behind the majestic purple clouds. The clouds, in turn, gradually disperse to reveal a bluish-black and velvet night sky. It is adorned with small glittering sequins - stars both big and small and stars both near and far.

Whenever it rains in Africa and the night grows dark, the elders sit around the crackling fire, and the children and young people gather around. If the elders are kind and in a good mood, they tell stories of the days gone by and the days that are still far away in the future. Myth and history make love under the night sky, and stories are born - stories of magic and wisdom and stories of love and longing. On one such magical night, the story of the elephants’ graveyard breathed its first.

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