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Run your finger through my soul,
Trace the paths where shadows stroll,
Feel the echoes, soft and deep,
In the corners where secrets sleep.
Let your touch reveal the scars,
Hidden under a sky of stars,
Each one tells a story true,
Of battles fought and journeys through.
Run your finger through my dreams,
In the places where silence screams,
Touch the hopes that still remain,
Despite the weight of endless rain.
Guide your hand through every tear,
The ones I've shed, the ones I fear,
Find the light that still shines bright,
Even in the darkest night.
Run your finger through my past,
In moments slow and ones that passed so fast,
See the love that never died,
In the heart where pain resides.
Run your finger through my soul,
And in that touch, make me whole..-
Grey
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What is wrong, what is right?
Who holds the key to the dark and light?
Rules we follow, chains we bind,
But who decides what’s in our mind?
Is it wrong to dream, to fight, to cry?
Is it right to bow, to break, to lie?
We walk a path laid out in stone,
Yet whose voice do we call our own?
Right is whispered, wrong is screamed,
Truth is lost in what we dreamed.
Judgment falls from lips unknown,
But who dares cast the first stone?
In a world where lines are blurred,
Right and wrong are just words heard.
We search for justice, find only pain,
In a game where none but power reigns.
So who decides what’s black or white?
Is it wrong to question, right to fight?
Or is the answer hidden deep inside,
Where only the brave and broken reside?-
*** The 🩶 Triangle ***
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The sun rises, gentle and bright,
Awakening the world with its golden light.
The sunflower turns, a dance so pure,
Its petals open, a love so sure.
In the warmth of day, the bee arrives,
Drawn to the nectar where life thrives.
It drinks deeply, lost in the sweet embrace,
Unaware of time’s silent race.
The sun dips low, the day must end,
The sunflower closes, as nature intends.
But within its folds, the bee is caught,
A prisoner of love, a price so fraught.
All night long, in darkness bound,
The bee struggles, but no escape is found.
By morning’s light, the sun returns,
To find the bee lifeless, the lesson burns.
Whose fault is it, this tragic plight?
The sun, the flower, or the bee’s flight?
The sun must rise, the flower must close,
And the bee, it simply follows where life flows.
No one’s fault, yet a life is lost,
A love so pure, but at what cost?
In a world where nature sets the stage,
Who bears the burden of this cage?
Is love to blame, or fate’s cruel thread?
Who answers for the silent dead?-
Nothingness
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I am not religious, yet I am spiritual,
I fear not God, but a life without a goal.
I wonder, is there purpose beyond this breath,
Or is it all a dance with life and death?
Existential thoughts pull me deep,
Where Nihilism whispers secrets to keep,
But is this not an ancient truth we knew?
Long before these words, this view?
Nihilism speaks of nothingness, Shiva too,
A circle complete, from void to the blue,
From nothing we came, to nothing we return,
Have we twisted this truth, let religions burn?
In our quest for meaning, have we lost the way?
Made faith a weapon, led ourselves astray?
Yet now, in silence, we find the same,
A return to the void, no need for blame.
My journey continues, with questions vast,
In the echoes of the present, and whispers of the past..-
# # # # # # # # # Self Musing # # # # # # # # # #
I love all the time I spend with myself doing nothing,
absolutely nothing..
It's important to take some time off, cut yourself from people and heal.
It gives me a better perspective..
Troubles me little less about those unclean dishes
left in my sink,
my routine,
my chores,
job, bills and deadlines,
my constant piling up todo lists,
calls that I need to make, the messages I need to respond..
truth is no one cares..
world will not stop for you, if you disappear for a while or doesn't respond for few days. People will eventually get busy with their things..
It's crucial to skip the hustle bustle and rejuvenate self & to indulge in what you love doing..
as for me, it's to -
lie down on my sofa and gaze outside,
to grab my dairy, and pen down what's on my mind..
apply that facial mask I got forever ago but never got around to using
at times to dance to my emotions, when no one is watching
often when I renovate my space,
and spend whole day, soaking up the sun, sitting by my window
or finish a book, that I couldn't for a while..-
Dream Trip :
& my Dream Trip started..
With the first chapter in the city of Love, Lights and Romance ;
I wish, if life could give me a fair chance ..
I wanna visit my most favourite Island of Santorini
Dance in the Swiss Alps
Tune to some Spanish music
And See the popular Flamenco dance
Can't wait to walk in the fairytale city of Bruges
With that someone special beside me
and a Gelato in my hand.
See the night life in Amsterdam
Have some Belgian chocolates
Sail through the Grand Canals
Taste some Italian cuisine
And Sip some Tuscan wine
Hope I could see that spectacular Northern Lights..
Admiring the abode of Art, Architecture and Delights ;
And leaving,
Adoring the Renaissance in and out ..
Hoping to add many more pages to my Europe Diary
& embrace it all through my life ...-
How to offer what is left of me ;
to the one who has offered all of him..-
I always had such lovely men around me that, I strongly believe Men are beautiful creation of God !!
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