MY MIND SEES INTO YOUR HEART

Capturing everything like a drone, with an eye of a million pixels.

It’s understandable why together, we always win
Like Liverpool never walking alone, every guy is indeed a twin.
But my twinny is too troublesome- It’s a male syndrome

After reading my story, you will understand guys better:

Penny is my name, Peny is my twinny’s
Our names almost same, we are together called PENNIES.
He is good at guessing but I dislike how he keeps memories.
I call him my mind’s eye because he sees and reacts to what I think:
Set your mind on a Coca-Cola shape and he is willing to taste,
Focus while viewing and his desire gets even stronger,
When he gets out of control, he can even disgrace you.
Because he lives in my mind, I only stop thinking,
And immediately like a clock without battery, he stops ticking.
Sometimes unstoppable, controlling all things possible.

Is she fair or dark with beauty proven rare? Peny shall always dare.
She could be your friend and you have no ill feelings.
Together with her, some moments you may wish to spend.
Hmmm! Avoid contact if you want your integrity intact.
Do something usual if you don’t want your twin to feel unusual.

He is helpful and a great sibling
At the right time, he is the fuel for ignition
In wrong moments, he can overheat the engine
Just pray that your twinny may not lead you sinning…

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UnWILLING to Wail

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YOUR own PEN

Something mostly divine, Sometimes, it's ours to define. Unlike the plant called Vine, Destiny seldom has pine. And it is our duty to prune and refine. From the feet till we see the spine. It may be a good omen, To which we shout Amen. It might have a fault to mend or dirt to filter, Which might make us think that God did falter. But we can write our own destiny. Yes, we always do. Remember that road you used to the mill, The particular person you talked to, Has it not been your own will? When you wanted to learn, Even when in prayer you did yearn, You took that training seriously, And you passed out successfully, That was your own destiny. That was your pen on paper. When you write, no one can alter. I am the secretary of the God you don't know. Now wait while I print yours out to show. Written down by you as white as snow.

DREAMSCAPE

An experience of a walking life; Or thoughts of the day in motion at night, Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite. Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival, In your heart’s own built terminal. You woke up from the thunderous snore, Just to realize you were in a slumber. But you vividly remember; The realities you did encounter, And how beautiful it was that you saw. So you shared your story in the morning, While you were still yawning. Yes you shared; With people of like-mindedness. And boom! you are a hit; A one time wander, Now a lifetime wonder, With whom everyone wants to sit, But your dreams, don’t let them plunder. You are now a champion, So go ahead my companion. Go ahead with that plan; Store as many as you can, If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.

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