Dear Trust,

Some say you are fragile
Some say you are strong
You are a calm, serene river
We see you as we are;
Those that go near you
See their own reflection in you;
And eternal love is the
Magnificent valley of flowers
That awaits after one travels across you.

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Dear Giver,
In a room of your heart,
Give shelter to the homeless
And the ones suffering;
Let them heal in the
Shade of your prayers, love
And powerful healing thoughts.

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Never look away
From your imperfections
Be like the rose that
Never looks away
From its thorns;
You can reach
The destination of freedom~
'True and Authentic Living'
Only after accepting imperfections.

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You are a free spirit
A torch bearer
Radiating love and light
Eternally full your glass is.
All the chains
Holding you back
Are as illusory as
A mirage in the desert.

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When humans learn to bloom together
At their own pace and style,
Like the rose, lily, and the sunflower ~
No competition
No insecurities
No fear
No envy;
The Earth will turn into an
Evergreen garden of Paradise.

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Dear Dreamer


The twinkle in your eyes
The sunshine glow
Illuminating your face
When you talk about
Your budding and ripe dreams
With such wild abandon
Is better than diamonds,
Gold, Emerald and rubies.
Dear beautiful dreamer,
You are
A living sunrise
A living rainbow
A living starry night.

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We are undergoing
A silent metamorphosis
Everything is changing~
Our thoughts
Our perspective
Our hearts

The caterpillar undergoes
Immense pain and seclusion
To develop wings.

This is our chance
To transform into
Beautiful Butterflies
Reborn in a
Beautiful new world
With no room for
Ego
Greed
Hatred
Anger
Divisiveness.

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Time races on,
Dissolving moments
Often before they crystallize
Into deep rooted memories.

If I was not a poet,
I would have missed
Capturing umpteen moments
That deserve to be relived
Again and again
With different beginnings,
Middle
And
Endings.

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Poetry
May not mend the broken pieces
But
Poetry
Has the ability to heal and soften hearts
That've roughened up over harsh, unkind years.


Poetry
May not bring back the ones we've lost
But
Poets
Can create a Poetic Mirage
Where the best moments of life can be relived.

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Life surprises us the most
When we refuse to quit
At the face of thunder and hurricane,
Knowing well that every storm
Will eventually run out of rain.

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