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My Shore, My Boat

It started with a lot of zest
Even if it is not, will make it the best
Ready to change all for it
Even got adjusted bit by bit

Encouraging signs at the start
"I have landed the perfect dart"
Slowly but surely a slight shift
"Let me keep aside that one drift"

Some more time, some things unfurl
Getting increasingly difficult to curl
So now it is almost crystal clear
It is water, and not beer

"He" questions my will, my skill
While sometimes pay his bill
Nothing coming from top down
While he is the crowd facing clown

Saddens me, on multiple fronts
Why do I face all the brunts
The bigger picture is far worse
A good product, a management curse

While my end is set, the boat will change
The shore will never be out of range
But "he" would probably later ask
"Why the push, it was my task"

A Tide, A Shore

The three musketeers, obviously inseparable Even without knowing what to do at the table Would always stick around like a brother Even ending up just sitting beside each other
Two of them shared a special bond Different backgrounds, still extremely fond One never had to say a word Even before that, it was heard
I had another association in between Distances increased, the fondness still to be seen When things ended, he came forward With a big heart, he accepted the coward
Time passed, some amount accumulated Even approximations varied, it was so backdated But then each started on his own Honestly, the expectation has grown  
An argument was how it was sorted I was even rude, some words, dotted But it was a significant bill And he was still, still
Things, obviously not normal post that But here is the bit I am stuck at When I think I was no wrong I already wrote a song
Another invitation was also not enough Now he was in huff But still in touch with the third Who was never the giving bird
At this place, I halt W…

Happy Half Delivery

Yes I am a fully grown up boy
But I still seem to fall for the ploy
Spend a lot of time in front of the mirror
While the protein in the stirrer

Don't get me wrong, not for the body
Maybe because I still look shoddy
It is only and only for my hair
I love them, maybe not fair

Setting them right I see my reflection
Paying attention to only one section
But then one day I am not feeling fine
My face doesn't have the same shine

And what about the inside me
At the moment, how would it be
Can the mirror help me with the reply?
Do I really want to give it a try?

Well, maybe not, just the reflection is right
It leaves the other things out of sight
Probably everything I wouldn't want to face
What if it shakes my base?

Extremely happy it delivers only half
Happy it shows the external laugh
The inside, hidden even from myself
Leave aside opening it to thyself