Category: Poetry
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I wanna feel alive
I’ve read religions,But I believe in none.I had have practiced them for a while,I left them undone. I believe not in god,But I do believe in karma.Everything is requited in this world,Evanescent is their every petty dogma. Life is meant for laughter,Laughter is the meaning of life.So I’d rather be alive,Than to hold on to…
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The Awakening
Silence of the mind,And people think it’s funny.They’re so unaware,It’s as essential to them,As to the bees is the honey. They look for a doorway,To happiness and pleasure.But are so unacquainted,By this deeply rooted treasure. If it’s anywhere on earth,To the heaven any flight,It’s exactly what to look for,Their very birth right. Give me a…
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This is the nation I was born into — 𝐻𝑜𝓉 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒
This is the nation I was born into, Spectacular! With crown of The Great Himalayas, and Indian Ocean beneath the feet. Hail my motherland! This enormous melting-pot. . . Here sundry cultures and traditions meet. Whom neither the great Alexander could conquer, nor could the Great Britain. Hail my motherland! Brave and invincible indeed, yet […]…
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The Prayer
As I create these things in my mind,So shall in this world they manifest.Oh dear reader!With all my heart and soul do I create it;And try to deliver unto you my best… With all my love,From the bottom of my heart;I attempt to spread beauty and peace,Through this small piece of art. Surrender myself I,…
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Sugata
Hail our lord the mighty Sugata,Behold as he sways on the floral swings.Playing flute which sounds so euphonious,That even the peafowl dance along,With their fully spread wings. To the sound melodious echoing everywhere,All those creatures do hear.Those squirrels ascending the trees swiftly,The elephants grand and that golden deer. Salving, fragrant and holding attention,The entire place…
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Soul dances under the Rain
There’s something magical about rain,it purifies not just the Earth,but also the soul. Some relish it with a cup of tea,some with a coffee mug.Others with light music in the background; But the original essence of rain, to do nothing else than to watch it descending: is itself completely different. Watch it cascade drop-by-drop,over the…
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A Saint below the Tree
And I saw the Buddha;sitting under a tree exotic.Its foliage aureated,and on each of it sat a firefly. A shimmering pearl on a seashell,that’s exactly what they resembled!Those leaflets and those glow-worms;that tree heavenly and that man-divine… That gold-leafed evergreen,was bedecked with blooms bright.Like the rain descends drop-by-drop,they came down slowly by-and-by that night.Venerating perhaps-the…