Life is like a rug
We sweep the surface and fail to understand that underneath matters too
We spend time, energy and money on things that matters less just to feel important
But we miss out on things that matters most because we feel we have become too important
In the weed-webbed wilderness deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden into debris dump.
The pathway paved outside its frail fence
waits to be walked fascinated
to the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow unseen.
Life's whirlwind swirls about my mind
A maze of tomorrow's come...to pass
Which way to turn is unforeseen
Sorrow's womb has born a child
Of labor, long and strained
A manchild faced with Unlived Dreams
Must brave tomorrow's wake
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Unlived Life
Remained lost in the web of relationships,
kept running here and there in crowd,
kept shouting in market
to buy something,
or sometimes, to sell something.
Ultimately I myself remained
being sold in this world
from one corner to another.
Though I was
in the effort to live life,
but, was unaware of life itself.
Time kept living me,
and I remained deprived of time.
Though tried my best
to remain abreast of the whole world,
but, I was not aware of myself.
Now when death is knocking the door,
I have realized
I too had a life
which remained totally unlived.
Thank You,
Swami Aaron
Author of:
• Ultimate Ecstasy
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• Quantum Jump into God
• Lunatic Monologue
• In Love with Linda
• In Love with All Beautiful Women
• Dancing on the Last Threshold of the Universe
Unlived childhood memories, and a past similar but deprived only by myself.
Days so real
I feel alive
Do what I do
Never to die
The only one
I have known
Energy in me
Soul unshown
Time is what
I wonder why
We must have
A day to die
For the days
I may regret
Days unlived
Life unspent
The ship left the dock but in the darkness and all alone
In the open seas she circled again and again
With no light to guide her along the way and her direction uncharted
She sadly returned back to the only security she’s ever known
And to the passengers not yet ready to be left alone
Though her journey short and unfulfilled
Hope still hangs in her midst that one day she will brave the rough waters
Long enough to find the Island Of Unlived Dreams
Gazing upon yourself,
seeing all that you are.
What have you become?
You haven't gone too far.
Something like a painful life,
seems that is what you live.
Something like a painless smile,
seems that is what you give.
But you escape all that is,
losing control over time.
You leave this world for a while
through your constant highs.
Actins as someone you're not,
tell me how it feels -
to be diminished by the truth,
of everything thats real.
Stolen from reality,
obliterated by your alibi,
helplessly seeking redemption,
as you merely live a lie.
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