Living within our fancy cages

Growing up we build ourselves fancy cages To live in To protect us from all things external Some hide it behind fancy euphemisms of independence Some deem it a necessity to keep themselves safe For isn’t the world filled with manipulating people People who fake love People who lie to get what they want; Growing up…

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The story of our Life

The story of our Life Can anyone ever reveal where life would lead us Who the main characters are going to be Or who would turn up or leave at which point Would we rise through the ranks to gain fame With our name being recognized far and wide Or fall into oblivion Having lived…

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Being Still – Learning’s from a tree

Human mind works in a funny way, its basic nature is that of rebellion and the more you try to tame it, the more it gets out of control. Try keeping it fixed at a particular spot for a few minutes and you can experience its nature yourself. There are many times wherein I have…

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Belief

Belief is a 100% not even .0001% less. You either believe or you don’t. It isn’t grey like everything else in the world. It’s either there or not. You can’t claim to have belief in the energy and then, jump up at the first sign of uncertainty. When you believe, you just have to flow…

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Is there a point to it all

Is there a point in falling in love; In dancing in the rain; In singing with the birds; In feeling unity or diversity or indifference towards anything or everything; Is there a point in providing a month load of grains, so as to absolve our own conscience, to a person who has lost it all;…

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Isn’t Life like a playlist

Isn’t Life like a playlist Of random songs on a loop eternal; Some we get to add but most randomly pop up; Some songs are sad, some romantic, some happy; Some make us dance, move our body, get our foots grooving; Some cringe our soul and make us look deep within; Some speak to the…

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The Statues of Mud

What are we but Statues of Mud? Is there something else to us other than our bodies, which arise from mud and return to it? Imagine a mud statue of any god or demon sitting atop a marble stand. If that statue were to fall and break, would the god/demon cease to exist? Would it…

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