The multitude of Ripples

The multitude of Ripples Wreaking havoc all over my mind Arising out of seemingly nothingness Disappearing back into it; The multitude of Ripples Jumping in and out Making me dance all around The more I try to stop, the more they grow The multitude of Ripples Sometimes filling me up with fear, doubts or uncertainty;…

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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 Asymmetrical Symmetry

Have you ever looked deep into a fire How beautifully the flames seemingly dance left, right and center There is no sense to their dance No symmetry to their asymmetry Yet somehow there is such beauty in this madness Its as if a bunch of totally random things come together to create a beautiful whole;…

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The Loner

I am the Loner; The quiet kid that no-one seems to notice; The invisible one in a group; The shy one standing by the corners avoiding attention; The awkward one amidst the chirping crowds; The one unable to neither fit in nor stand out; Stuck somewhere in a place that people seldom care about; I…

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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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Make me Dance O! Shiva

As the fight to control it all ceases, the fear within is replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated serene belief, life flows as its meant to; joyfully celebrating from one moment to another. O! Shiva, O! Mahadev, the benevolent eternal Vairagi, let the dance begin. I shall dance as thee wants; Lost in thy splendor…

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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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