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A minaret of moments intertwined.
On their cusp memories do ride.
A saga in tune with the rhythm of life.
Architecture of memories a rhapsody in time.

Amidst the chaos emotions bloom.
Knitting hearts hoping they root.
Immerse one’s essence in this dance.
The gossamer petals of attachment align.

In the mist of time they turn sepia
Yet the bond still seems alive.
An unmetered poem full of pauses.
Filled with tears and remembered losses.

When landscape of the heart feels parched.
And eyes dream of an autumn romance.
Have to keep the spark within ablaze .
Realise a cornucopia of bliss in this ephemeral space.

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From it evolves all creation.
The big bang , genesis of evolution.
The divine force which silently guides.
The tranquil space where peace resides.


From nothingness creativity blooms.
From darkness the truth unfolds
Each fractal binds to make an atom.
From which evolves the origin of life.

Emptiness is a space to improve.
To fill with beauty and harmony
To carve into what your soul alludes.
An understanding of the purpose you seek.

It's the perception that counts.
To sieve the layers to reach the pearl.
The shadows are just the illusions.
To test the mettle of humans.

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मन का दर्द
किससे कहूं ।
एहसास का समन्दर
दिन रात घेरे रहते हैं ।
यादों काी बरीश
नहीं रुकती
मन का द्वंद
एक बड़ा चक्रव्यूह ।
इस दुविधा का
समाधान कैसे करूं ।
दिल की अपनी
राय होती हैं।
कायनात और प्रकृति
भी मदद नहीं करते।
तब अपनी आत्मा की
आवाज़ पर ही भरोसा
करना होगा।

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An azure canopy crystal bright .
Adorned by a fiery cinnamon fire
Cottony clouds undulate in joy.
I am nature preening in the morn.

Lush meadows in a sea of green .
Swaying to the zephyr’s embrace.
Fragrant blossoms in haut couture.
I am nature in vivid hues.

Birdies trill a soothing aubade.
Brooks gurgle caressing the mountain face.
Swans glide in sublime grace.
I am nature with glorious plumage.

Gnarled trees like sentinels stand.
Bracing for my mood swings with grit and elan.
Seasons change in clockwork form.
I am nature dancing to rhythm divine.

Alas but my days have lost their lustre.
Nights choked by a dusty haze.
My bosom bled dry due to greed.
I am nature gasping in the throes of slow death

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Sing me to sleep
In the bosom of peace.
Betwixt the galaxies.
Under the gentle moonbeams
In elysian’s reign supreme.

Sing me to sleep
Amidst the minstrels of the divine.
Lilting melodies soothe in rewind.
Like a concoction of mulled wine.
Lulling the weeds that poison the mind.

Sing me to sleep
Where mankind breathe in tranquil glade.
Not torn down by the flashing blade.
Dreams not turn into nightmares.
The milk of kindness flow like a river.

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