My Chess board
Has both blacks and whites
I Don’t know who wants what
Every dice means something
There are even hidden secrets
There are hidden moves
Same person appears
Black and also white
at different instances
Don’t know whom to trust
May be finding trust is impossible
In this game called ‘Satranj’
Each one had a purpose
And every other is just
“used” in name of trust
Winning and
proving perfect is so necessary
Fake emotions exists
You have to play it
even if you don’t want to
Because all others are playing
Tit for tat
Player who plays with mind cunningly above all “stands”🖤
You make me write poems 😂😂
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Chalo..I am of some use then🤣
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You are my twin ! You are me and I’m you
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😁❤️
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I remember the days;
The days – white and black
And got mingled; they both
Turning to a grey deck
Likewise I encountered
People in various hues
Like chameleon they were
Changed colours after use
So sitting alone now
I too wonder
Why obsessed with colours
Why to them we pander
And am I different
Or am I the same
I too might be viewed in
Blackish or whitish frame
The black , white and grey
Are just notions of mind
And to these notions our
Judgements are entwined
We all are just a sundry
Shades of grey
And to idea of black and white
We often fell prey
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Perfect
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Hehe
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