The papers of my past…

The papers of my past

swept by the years and

lost to my memory

holding the traces of  my

dreams long forgotten

reveal those words 

in one of those moments

when I come across

a familiar face of the past,

Seeking  out the person

dormant for years hiding

in a cocoon of  layers,

soothing the crushed hopes ,

healing the damaged  pride,

hibernating the soul’s resilience

to renew the being  and

rejoice over its victory…







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A war with me…

The reality of the hurts that bleeds

my dreams are the prints that you

leave behind after you meddle  with

my restless soul ,

Never to release your clutches of me

you follow my every move,

To escape is to be free,

To be relieved of  the  hurts you left behind,

Never again to be trapped,

I fight with my might against me,

A war with me,

In search of my true self,

Killed brutally by my ignorance,

Healing the hope that you crushed ,

I search my peace ,

To spread my wings and 

 paint the beautiful rainbow

with my victory colours…





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Immortal blessings…

The love,

 The healer for the punctured  soul,

that navigates the vastness of  the deserts

 in the cold nights that seem never to end,

The love ,

That carries the wounds of the battles 

fought within to reach for the heart

that cares beyond  the self ,

The love,

As the torch to eliminate the greed

that  burns  with endless desires

and  needs to cherish oneself .

The love ,

That encounters countless abstacles

to flourish and relish its core to enrich

the essence of  the beauty of life,

Is the answers to the searchings 

of the immortal blessings…




Puncture


The volume of the blessings…

The volume of  blessings 

showering with each droplets 

to cleanse the souls ,

The volume of  warmth

Wrapping  the  the beings

to spread the hope,

The  volume  of  beauty

bewitching  the  hearts

to induce  the happiness,

The volume of  love

filling the minds

to  kindle the humanity,

The energy  surrounding all,

Never ever stopping ,

The  process of evolution ,

To sustain all living,

Is the way of the Saviour
 To  favour all of his children…


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Truth of the inner self…

Tracing your footsteps 

I wander,

The stillness of the forest,

The darkness of the desert,

The vastness of the sky,

The depth of the sea,

The face of the moon,

The heat of the sun,

All prints lead me through

to your divine self,

Without the identity or the

names I  follow,

Without any queries or the

reasons I seek,

Without any warning or the

advice I expect,

With a smile ,

You show me the way,

Of the truth of the inner self,

To follow and understand,

The eternal peace.


Where empathy is beauty…

Where  religion is love,

Where language is humanity,

Where  power is tolerance,

Where knowledge is education,

Where empathy is beauty,

Where peace is ritual,

Where kindness is practice,

Where the  opportunities are equal,

Where the imaginary boundary 

of the individuals end ,

For the ultimate goal of the creator

win all barriers of his creations…

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