Wednesday, January 11, 2017


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I have been craving for the veracity of living,
Forfeiting, taking and giving!
Yearning for the nameless inside me,
Esoteric every soul and inside thee!
I long to walk out of my physique;
And watch myself in action,
The meanings and if there is a lesson!?
Change can be changed like the changing climate,
One seasonal and other the whole planet!
One for a moment and one forever,
One like the departed lover and other by death,
One like the river you never touch it twice,
It’s flowing and is in a race,
We are not the river though when it is gentle;
We are the wind changing course and rustle;
Breaking pigeonhole’s in every walk with the liner clock,
We are the whirlpool and the calmness after the storm,
Let the Painter decide tomorrow form;
Do your soul wear some uniform?
What keeps it warm!?
For life is still moving on!
Amidst flowers and sometime thorn;
Sometimes past stays on and present is just gone.

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