Relation is always a two way traffic-
Giving and receiving, together to think
Only our selfish motifs mar the relation
And confuse life when we're so inhuman
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The tranquility into which I often tread
out at the river bay or in my cosy bed
like an opium dose it only blurs my emotion
causing me to scamper and to avoid
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The supreme self sits within everyone of us
In the composed state and above every fuss
A watcher of our actions from birth till death
A stoic always, away from our pain and mirth
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This mask I wear
holds me into life
filtering my moments against nano particles
that rush like meteorites to crush my face
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Morning was bright
and brighter were his men
after many a twist and turn,
he was born,
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The beauty
that I searched for in these days
found in the nature's lap
in and around the mountains and dales
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Anger flares anger, and hatred begets war
Shatters all relation and breeds foes more
And unleashes tears through terror and fear
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Never before
had I acted on the stage
until this day
when He led me
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Beauty varies from you and me
Often eyes get confused what they really see
Roses seen now, weren't the same seen then
They mystify our mind with- how, what and when
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With you
a poetry is born
as and when
your dove like steps
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