Poetspirit Sujan

It was night when the world was dreaming. 
From my deep inner heart
I whispered the word that I hid the most.
The word floated in the wind and sang a song of my sad life.
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Flower of the jungle
Always grows in trouble,
Full of catastrophic punch
Making her stronger,
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Silence is love.
And
Love is silence.
Do you prefer to know the boundary of silence? ? ? ?
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Years ago, at every dusk and dawn
A man ran beside my room

What was he running to find?
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That Journey...
Where even while walking, it felt like resting...
Where even when weary, it felt like walking on...
Where life, entangled, seemed to dissolve into the journey itself...
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