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Lights, Camera, Action!
A smile so sly, he takes and goes,
From cars to gold to vintage shows.
He’s bold, he’s fast, he steals with flair,
A thief who laughs while people stare.
From Editing Room
I give a voice when none are seen,
A guiding sound or in-between.
Scripted words that fill the space,
Narration told with unseen face.
Guess the Roles
I dance on a timeline without a stage,
I cut the chaos, frame by frame.
Though never seen, I shape the show—
With silence, rhythm, light, and flow.
Things We Use
I draw with no voice, I write with no mind,
I leave my thoughts for others to find.
I’m slender, silent, quick to lend —
Your notes and doodles, I help send.
Fruit for Thought
I wear a jacket, soft and thin,
Just peel me back, and dive right in.
I bend with ease, no seeds to find,
A yellow smile for humankind.
Fruit for Thought
I’m round and hard with water inside,
In summer months, I’m sipped with pride.
You might think white, but I’m bright red,
A cooling bite when heat has spread.
Lights, Camera, Action!
Two outlaws sent to guard a town,
But darker forces circle down.
A man with boots, no mercy found,
Where silence screams and fate is bound.
From Editing Room
I sit below, not up or high,
Your name or title floating by.
A subtle line, a small effect,
To add some context and connect.
Guess the Roles
I chase the “yes,” I read the no,
I find the path where profits grow.
With pitch and poise, I break the ice,
And seal the deal with value’s price.
Things We Use
I flash to life with just a swipe,
A glowing face, forever ripe.
I buzz, I ping, I guide your way,
But steal your time with games all day.
Things We Use
I open wide like book or gate,
Inside me lives your work and fate.
I click, I type, I hold your task —
I never sleep behind my mask.
Fruit for Thought
I’m small and red with ruby shine,
In bunches packed, I look divine.
Break me open, seeds inside,
Juicy jewels where health does hide.
Lights, Camera, Action!
Three hearts escape to foreign land,
To find the self, to understand.
With sky and sea and bulls that race,
They conquer fear at their own pace.
From Editing Room
I hide what’s real with crafted flair,
Replace the space with sky or air.
Behind the scenes I swap the view,
A magic effect with green or blue.
Guess the Roles
No mic, no brush, no design to see,
Yet every word belongs to me.
I build with tone, I guide the voice,
And craft the tale behind your choice.
Guess the Roles
Invisible webs I spin with care,
You’ll find my signs but I’m not there.
I whisper loud through every screen,
And rule the realm of clicks unseen.
Things We Use
I’m not a snake, yet tangled tight,
I feed your gear with silent might.
Unseen I work, but if I fail,
Your power dreams begin to pale.
Fruit for Thought
I stain your tongue in purple shade,
In monsoon months, I make my trade.
Tart and sweet, I grow on trees,
A roadside snack that’s sure to please.
Lights, Camera, Action!
The weight of coin, the drought of grain,
A dusty field becomes the reign.
They bowl with dreams, not swords or might,
And gamble fate in broad daylight.
From Editing Room
I speed things up or slow them down,
Stretching moments without a sound.
Manipulate time — that’s my play,
In edits smooth or scenes that sway.
From Editing Room
From fire blasts to glitch and smoke,
I add the flair when things evoke.
I’m not just beauty — I direct,
A storytelling tool called… what effect?
Guess the Roles
I hold no tool, yet build each day,
With plans and calls, I clear the way.
No spotlight lands upon my face,
But I ensure the team's in place
Things We Use
I block the world, but let sound in,
A private stage upon your skin.
You hear, you speak — I stay discreet,
A voice companion, soft and sweet.
Fruit for Thought
I start with green, then turn to gold,
Inside I hide black beads untold.
Slice me open, I cleanse your way,
But most ignore me every day.
Lights, Camera, Action!
Three sons lost, three paths they take,
Through fate and faith, their bond won’t break.
In temple, church, and mosque they grow,
Till blood reveals what names don’t show.