ashok jadhav

My dear love,
Devil in the mind,
Brings evil in the mind,
Because the devil in the mind,
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My dear, it takes a time,
To become water of the ice,
As setting sun takes a time to rise again.
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The past was past,
But the present is mine,
What our dream is star like shine,
The curse was called,
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When I entered in your minds eyes,
I forgot all my painful worries,
And I remember nothing dear,
And my memories are wiped out,
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Love is love and love is love,
Whoever in love,
Flies in the sky,
Like that of Eagal,
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Remember the day when we met,
In my beautiful chamber of gate,
There was peace and silence spread,
Door was shut and comfort zone had different thread,
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My dear, you are crystal clear,
Your mind is crystal clear,
And your soul is also clear.
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(The speaker stands alone, perhaps behind a desk or at a podium, voice heavy with fatigue and isolation. Their gaze drifts, as if seeing the weight of every decision they've made.)
Monologue:
Do you think they see me?
Do they think the crown, the office, the title… makes this life enviable?
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(The speaker stands, voice trembling at first, then rising with defiance. Their gaze sweeps as if seeing both oppressors and the silent masses.)
Monologue:
I have watched them…
I have watched them take everything.
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(The speaker stands alone, voice rising and falling with a mix of anger, despair, and urgency. They speak as if addressing society itself—or the audience as a mirror.)
Monologue:
Do you see it?
Do you see what they have done?
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(A figure stands under a harsh, solitary light, voice low at first, trembling with a mix of anger, sorrow, and revelation.)

Deep… deep within the lies…
That is where I find myself.
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(The speaker stands on a stage or street corner, voice trembling at first with fear, then rising with fury and conviction. They speak as if addressing both the oppressed and their oppressors.)
Monologue:
They think we are silent.
They think we are afraid.
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(The speaker stands alone, shoulders slumped but eyes burning with a mix of pride and sorrow. Their voice trembles with emotion, rising and falling with intensity.)
Monologue:
I believed… I believed in something greater than myself.
I believed in honor, in duty, in the flag, in the cause.
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(The speaker stands in a dim corner, voice raw and trembling at first, then rising with fierce defiance. Their eyes dart between imagined oppressors and an unseen audience.)
Monologue:
Do you see us?
Do you even notice?
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In shadowed corners, secrets softly lie,
Where fears and longings whisper in the dark;
The heart may wander, asking how and why,
And stumble on what leaves a lasting mark.
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Courage whispered soft within the trembling soul,
A voice too quiet for the world to hear;
It steadies hearts when fear would take its toll,
And turns the timid step to something clear.
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Scattered dreams lie drifting on the breeze,
Like autumn leaves that tumble from the tree;
They slip through fingers, vanish with such ease,
Yet whisper secrets of what we might be.
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Not born of eyes alone is flawless sight,
Nor sharpened merely by the gift to see;
It rises when the heart stands clear and right,
Unclouded by the self's deformity.
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Not crowned by rank nor robed in borrowed shine,
The distinguished soul walks quietly apart;
Its worth is etched in patience, line by line,
In acts of grace that shape a faithful heart.
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O Script of Life, unwritten yet begun,
You move with days that never quite repeat;
Each dawn adds lines the setting sun has spun,
In ink of choice, of chance, of loss, of meet.
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