The deep you go into yourself..
More you feel a strange lightness,
More aloof you go..
From the outer surface,
The more you feel..
the inner happiness,
The more you feel..
The eternal peace, within.
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The lesser the world..
Touches the real you,
The better the inner well being,
The lesser the world..
Reaches to know the real you,
The better for your inner growth,
The more untouched..
The more pure, your inner Self.
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Just as in Nature..
Wherever the humans reached,
As soon as they touched it,
Nature lost its Romanticism,
Its Beauty, Purity, Sanctity,
They fill its lap..
With so much love and praise,
That, naturally, it loses..
All its natural grace !!
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As You know I’m here,
I know, with me, You too are here,
You know, I’m not there,
So you think,
You’re no more there,
But I know, You’re there..
As, in me You’re,
Always everywhere..!!
We all are somewhere there..
In each other everywhere,
Distinct in bodies..
Connected to each other,
All of us, in each one of us..
Always, everywhere..!!
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Whatever we do..
Whatever we think,
The most interesting part is..
Constantly cautions us,
Our innermost self,
It silently watches..
Without our notice.
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It watches us from within,
It guides our thoughts,
It follows our deeds,
It continuously leads,
To us, it warns..
Sometimes we don’t,
Sometimes we listen.
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When the deeds, help us succeed,
We enjoy the rewards..
But for whom, we often forget,
And when we fail..
We crib, we repent,
For not obeying..
Our innermost Self.
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Everything and everyone,
In this beautiful, magical world,
Needs our care, needs our time,
Before complaining about others,
How you treat your own Self,
Think once, think twice,
If needed, please think thrice..!!
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I write…
Out then I strike,
I type…
Next moment, I delete,
I construct words…
Then, I tear them apart,
I plan, I decide..
But again, I forget what to write,
My pen dozes off..
And my mind goes blank..
The more my inner eyes look for me..
The more I go away far from me,
Should I look for my lost words..
Or should I try to find myself first,
Without my words I feel lost,
As my words are my only world,
The more I try to breathe..
The more I suffocate,
It mustn’t be my body..
It must be how a mind feels like,
Before meeting its mental death!!
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She requested him..
to keep his pen moving,
so she could reach his heart,
to look after, to value it,
to touch it, as if her own,
to preserve it safely.
but, being selfish enough,
he didn’t want,
to share it with anyone,
to keep his heart untouched,
away he flew with it.
So, she’s left back all alone,
heartless, with an emptiness within,
now, she held her own pen,
kept it moving till date,
to play with her own words,
to save and guard..
mending, her own bruised heart,
as if it was his..
’cause he used to say once,
that her heart,
was actually his..!!
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What made you do this,
And what you did,
I understood very well..
Why you did it..?!!
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Whatever you thought,
Very well I got,
As already I heard it,
From within..!!
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The way you left..
Was no doubt the best,
To honour both of our..
Over possessive self respect..!!
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You tried to offend me,
In order to defend yourself,
But within yourself..
You know it well, you failed..!!
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When two people get connected,
To explain, they need no words,
Their hearts grow special ears..
Who silently listen to each other..!!
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