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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