Quintessentially human

Every whiff of air

Breezes with flair

About the human affair

That has become a funfair.

Quintessentially human

As proverbial children

We allow blazing greed

To sway us away with blatant lies.

Short-lived moments of joy,

Is but a trail covered with brown leaves

And, ashes of ignominy soils the soul

With greed breeds the clutching terror

We die a death scarier, the fated tale of many.

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Profundity

Silence reigns.

I let my mind

Play in the rain.

My thoughts are wet

Dripping down my soul.

It is cold

It is cold

The skin cries in vain

My mind plays in the rain

I the soul, loses all the stains.

I the soul, and mind,

In highest contemplation

In nothingness I become but everything.

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Moon

A single eye in the night sky, the enchantress

Surrounded by scattered sparkling joys

The starry night conquers my soul

This night I evaporate my aspirations in her beauty,
and I am one with all.

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...and we call this a modern world!!

Musty air of sadness

Pervades the atmosphere

Gloomy faces, tears trickling

Today’s meal is only parched rice!!

Hunger is certain

Will the little ones understand?

Amber still burning

Will continue till morning

B'coz the cold of the night

Is the blanket they wear tight!!

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Trepidation

Between the trees and thorny bushes

This road is all I have to drag my feet all along.

I halt at every few steps at the sound of wind

But, it is my own breathing I hear more and more

Telling me the truth of lies that I am breathing unsettled

And the murky mind let itself trapped in the cyclic rotation.

The road appears far and narrow with the clouded atmosphere

I am not settled with the world outside, never ever

I know I am but me, the silence beyond quietness

The oneness without a second 

Yet turning towards me is the hardest of all, as,

the whimsical tones of senses play hide and seek with me

And, the shadows remain real.

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