A place we live

There is this place

A strange yet interesting place

A place for all of us

A place we call life

A place we seek love

A place as strange as it can be

A place we aspire liberation

A place we bind ourselves in bonds stronger

A place we split ourselves in fitful anger

It is not a place apart

But a place where moonshine and sunshine

A place where love and pleasure

A place where hatred and vengeance

Make love with desires endlessly.

A place where all the locks and keys of freedom

And prison bars of depression

A place we live - in the past present and future

A place called MIND.

This is a place we live

This is a place we cry

This is a place we smile.

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The Sky

The sky yonder a blanketed mystery

A witness silently potent

Stares piercingly at the expanding universe,

From the beginning till the end

The sky unmoved remains unfathomable.

The glittering stars though dotted

Scattering across the wide firmament

Not one can claim with pride of its glitter

That it has the sky touched by its shining rays.

The earth

The galaxies

The moons

The suns

Wrapped neatly within the sky’s gaze

Yet they have always been a distant apart

Arts and poetry, sciences and philosophies

Try hard to prison the sky In images and words

In aloofness the sky shies away

Higher than all, mightier it rests above time.

Masking a limited appearance

It has always been limitless

The shore of the universe the sky shall always be

And in endless endlessness, the sky smiles endlessly.

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The river goes on...

 Letting itself in tireless flow

The river goes by through numerous bends

Soothing the rocks and grasses all along

The fishes and the roots of the trees

Washing the dirt and the mire the same

A moment it waits not,

Bounded with wisdom

Selflessly it goes on

Taking praises and garbage

With utmost equilibrium ,

Life manifested the secret non-stop

Of acceptance and of letting go,

Until the mergence with the beloved ocean

The river goes by letting itself to a continuous flow.

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Time steals but not all

Rusted emotion pervades the air

Bringing forth places and people

From the time lost in space

Again, into the realm of thoughts.

Though time cuts asunder everything

Veil of delusion is the hardest to extirpate

The road-map it builds in the air

Reaching the shore where the soul rests.

For each thought that renders a man alive

There is a shadow which trails it non-stop

Because the law speaks only from the shadow

Each action reverberates even through the rust.

Here I am standing in this journey called life

The same place which holds my soul intact

And my memories in strong bonds glued hard

To name an identity for a non-existent me.

When the gate of eternity opens wide

And time stands still by my side

I wish I am ready to part with a ‘bye’

Leaving my memories in shallow flow.

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Ash of miseries

Remnants of fragmented memories

The untold cause of dire miseries

Like the day in seamless transition

Unto the night it takes the hours to,

These memories though unspoken of

Is but a pain,

A gnawing pain that haunts the jaunt

In fighting many still going on,

Concealing the pages that admitted defeat,

A cigar burns itself slowly

The metamorphosis ends in ash.

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A moment in the present