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Aum- the sound of universe..
Short summer gave a delicate hue to the enchanting overflowing unborn..
there to my left I saw the horizon clean
and undoubtedly smelled the transparent air
So collected for years..
I saw myself sleeping straight on the waves of the ocean below
And curls running across my flowing hair..
Gripped in the sound of 'Aum',
I felt the softness of the curly bubbles breezing into my quiet skin..
the looseness I saw swinging and swimming all through the ocean and the universe victimized..
Breaking the breath in one jerk,
my conscience revealed the pureness in the pure
and sacrifice pictured,
the white in the bright and
unvoiced, uncorded, unborn witnessed !
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My heart is full with thy thoughts..
All positive and adorable terms..
Surround the inmost shrine of my heart..
O my beloved..
I want you sleeping cozy..
With your arms around me..
In acute silence..
For I’m your true friend..
And a nest that awaits..
For this beautiful bird..
To return..
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Doors are closed
Doors are closed, windows are closed,
The vessels know the noise they have
And I enter into the suspection of dreams
That sometimes cover the bouquet of my brain cells
with enthusiasm and thrill unknown
Decrease the moments
So dear they speak
Not only do we freeze the signatures of pleasure with the glory of our own songs…
Say those unworthy jars squarish curvilinear.
Wow, the exuberance of wisdom so alone I see
And get my precious mind wrap its disease
Into the carpet of truthfulness and sensitivity.
Do not hide it from the happenings of today and tomorrow
Let it all swallow the stern smile so patchy on the wooden plank
And let the space utter the galaxy of short stories
Sparkling on the twinkling variety of stars wrapped in the beauty of the vacuum.
Talk about it,
Let the lost untold bounce once again on the transitory wall
Let not the waves gather into a lake
And let the freshness so maintained speak about the spring created first
in the first seconds of birth.
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Art is where the heart is..
From the blue of emotions..
Towards the realm within..
The sacred life of my soul and it’s purity..
Finds peace..
Only at the feet of the benign presence of my beloved Lord..
And His Creation.. !
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That all I had in my heart
Was all soft spoken by the art
It hurt me a bit as I looked at it
But it unfolded a picture I had truly never believed!
But I felt the warmth of her feelings
When my conscience hugged me a little
The blue face dipped in the universe of grief,
I thought would never come out of belief!
Abruptly it revealed to me,
Everything was fair when you thought it correct!
And the fire below,
Reached the sky…
That filled it with pure plums of hope!
Could you tell me…
“What the lady in the mirror had in real?”
A pessimist figure, An Optimist mind!
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