Irony

How long this life shall remain shrouded
Between glitters of joy and
blackness of desperation;
The water visible but not the ocean!

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Evening Sky

The rosy sky beyond the hills high
Welcomes the transition in the evening guise
A language for the heart to whisper
and soul to bask in peace,
Nature's masterpiece for the rippleless minds.

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Divine Hands

Falling sunlight spreads the colors all around
A feast of peace for he who has settled in his heart
The brush unseen, nor the artist's hands
That's the marvel of the one hidden among the creation,

A task well done, anonymously.

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Reality

Repository of life
Is not mountain high
Nor walled holiness,
Beyond all
Yet still within, vaulted well

It is
It is
It is
Safely in the mind.


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