Hi,
I tried long to avoid,
But now I am tired…I wonder,
you may have noticed me ?
who holds you for a selfie…I wonder,
where is all grass and hay ?
blue and green all turned grey…I wonder,
do you know how sky look ?
its been years, thanks to smoke…I wonder,
how it feels to sleep calm ?
without bullets and the bomb…Said a wise human,
“Religion and borders make me supreme!”,
But I have never seen them…May be,
I am too dumb to ask,
need to take up a science class,
try seeing through your looking glass…May be,
I am wrong to fuss,
the only way out is
to keep fighting for peace…
Regards,
Earth
does it matter how much is growing,
when you keep sowing?
does it matter where you are going..
as long as you keep rowing… ?
does it matter how much you get to count..
until we make small things count…?
does everything needs to always make sense..?
Sometimes, may be we just need to walk through the fence…
one day dots will join themselves…
Yes I saw you when the pretty little white bird flew,It left the fallen tree because it had to search for a new,
via Blurred lines.
Wrinkles are just few ripples of beautiful ocean within…
blank paper,
says it all…
embracing truth
which won’t fall..
crushed over by words,
truth peeping behind the lines..
says it all…
words try hard ,
to wrap the curious,
under their black magical hood,
and giant grammar to make sense,
but that little s p a c e,
says it all…
she speaks a lot,
but the loud silent,
pregnant pause,
gives birth to real cause…
says it all…
whatever I want to speak,
words won’t let them leak,
. . .
says it all…
blank paper,
says it all…
embracing truth
which won’t fall…
Traveling Within
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traveling within,
floating on words or singing divine..
–
drawing on canvas or dancing,
important is clinging to something…
–
trekking to heart or gardening,
important is living the thing…
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riding on dreams, snorkeling in…
weaving the beauty, listening to nothing…
slowly will mean everything…
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paths are different for them,
but destination same..
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painting our lives with peace and fun..
lifting us in its warm arms, towards the sun…
making the time stop its cruel run…
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knowing ignorance, than itself knowing,
you are the key and also the locking…
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traveling within,
floating on words or singing divine…
…Infatuation
One sees,
Other feels
One demands
other understands,
One can hear no
and still love,
Other rejects
rejection always,
One wants it now
Other patiently grow..
One roams in I’s
other wander in blue eyes…
One cannot live without you,
Other will live for you..
But its a real test for you,
To find if its either of the two ?
Love…
Peeping within... 