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Chosen becoming

Amandeep Singh

14 Jun 2026 — 1 min read

A melancholic tribute to yester-self,
A bygone tale of bejeweled grace,
A trail of neural stretch marks left by the evolving thoughts,
lingering echoes in corridors of what was once known as home,
Soft imprints of hard earned labour of choices,
Sting along the path of righteousness.

A surreal path yet the chosen one,
For a better stride,
And gaining the the time to survive,
For everything that shall be mine,
I share the will to thrive,
The very will to break away from the hive.
And the bewildered guild to stay by my side,
Now and forever.

Falling

I keep falling and falling To depths unknown. The ground didn’t come, And I didn’t care either. I was just so overjoyed With the feeling of weightlessness. Nothing at all mattered, Nothing at all. I dropped onto the ocean. I felt I was still falling Until the ocean

Where do you put sorrow…

That has no where to go? How do I describe an aching that is part of my soul? I’m aching and I don’t know why The things that I‘ve forgotten, somehow stay I forget.. and still my heart will remember as long as it beats My soul

Green Eyes

Your eyes, your beautiful olive eyes, They remind me of the season of spring. The way they sparkle feels like new blossoms after the rain, Fresh as fields kissed by the morning dew, They carry a promise of life anew, A garden of hope that grows within you. And every

Love is a sham

Have you heard "You have to become the best version of yourself to find love?" Well, what about not so best versions of me? What about the worst parts of me? What about the things that I just can't change about myself? Loving the best version

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Falling

Where do you put sorrow…

Green Eyes

Love is a sham