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Voids and rhythm

It begins Slow and steady Once through the heart Sorted through the soul No rhyme or reason No rhythm or beat All there is is the invisible void Void    work neither    emptiness nor happiness Void devoid of all void Yet the passion slays comes To remember and to teach To care and to cradle There is always more to give There is always nothing to expect There is always something to learn There is always a tear to shed There is always one to remember There is always someone to forgive There is but the void! There is but the void within and without The painful void remains To teach and to ponder The smile remains true to ones heart For from the void began nothing And from nothing does inspire everything

Forgotten

The heart remains of its pieces Sudden outbursts of pain unknown Pains unknown surge through Yet tears to shed there are none! Lives move on and find happiness Long forgotten and forgiven Emotions and valuations are worth nothing! For lives evolved and hearts, melted into passions Life smiled on and all that need be spoken Are forever more buried and smiled upon!!

The mist in the air

The mist never cleared, except hazes and pieces of smaller puzzles the mist never cleared. Once the creatures ventured out, once the details remained , once had the world been clear, yet the mist never cleared. The taxi pulled up at the corner of the road bleakly lit by a lamp. A lamp lit by the oil taken from whales. Although they had aspects to manage the lighting much much better, the whale oil fueled furled every opportunity of raking in some profit. The person who stepped out was neither a human nor a creature. It was not clear as to who the person was, nor the creature!the mist never cleared! The blurred silhouette of the person just about managed to get out of the vehicle,, the traffic was on the wrong side on this side of the globe! A car, truck and a moped drove past across the board while the shadow was opening the door of the car.. each in varying levels of honking. The loudest was obviously the moped which was a convenient three feet away.. The shadow

Again

Born Again Clairvoyant- yet learn to talk again   Demanding- for more than oneself    Everyday- again and again and again           Funny instances does life have again,       Grinding and churning memories & fates..         How does it survive and thrive- again           In a moment changing colours- again            Just once do I ask for peace- again              Killing time does the emotion do- again                Let me live as I please- again                  May the forces that be- rest again                     Again and again and again Again does life turn to face irself-- AGAIN!

Once... maybe once...

          Once, do you get to make an impression,           Once, do I get to undo a mistake,           Once, do we get to move ahead from the past,           Once, do all understand "the" perceptions... Once, do you get to break this 'i'moulds.. Once, do I get to correct a perceived wrong! Once, do we get to understand the impressions! Once do all fail to "believe" the half truths                Once, opportuities arise,           Once, obstacles obstruct,           Once, obstinate personalities conflict,           Once, opaque thoughts take form .. Once, do evolution take hold, Once, lights erupt through darkness Once, egos mellow down to amicable souls Once, epiphanies lead the way ahead..          Once, may be believed to come only once, Once, all of the moment come always- every time!

Smiling in the shadows!

Smiling in the shadows Many thought far and near I was left completeley--- unaware! Lonely they say it is at the top Even a crowd is no less cozy Once always do we believe Never do they change perceptions Change is one constant activity Every perspective is but only meant to be broken True or not, life moves ahead Rest for the body, is not the same for the mind Universal truths remain unchanged Every smile has a story behind Smiling in the shadows Open thoughts or hidden agenda's Upon the touch of the smile- true! Long and ardous does reality remain ! Dead or alive actions all have reactions Once you respond, do smile in the shadows!

No-One but human

One moment fickle, the other sane Not a sedative, not sanity, just life is lived Music does play in life events Magic happens very day - in each life breath One moment angry, the other apologetic Not a semblance of continuity at any thought Life does carry on with occurances Life happens as it always does- with indifference One moment melancholic, the other myopic Emotions course through the veins like blood Wonder is but one chance of redemption Curiosity keeps the thoughts at bay for myopic actions One moment practical, the other imaginary Theories and scenarios are abound One realisation to another, leads one nowhere Yet, the thirst for knowledge is never left behind All the knowledge gained is but a drop in the ocean Yet, none to pass on , no-One to takeaway for I am but human

Belief

In moments and in fleeting memories, What is left but glimpses of thoughts, Whence we came, where we go, Are all but a plot of a device unknown.. Once a loner, then a groupie,, what comes next Once asocial, then a gainer, whatever comes next Once a believer, then a questioner, what is to be.. Once an empath, then a soul, waiting just to be There be a space, for origin and belief Left not in the void of space, but within, In thoughts and in your own heart,. Believe.. Believe, in what good you can be, yet be human..

Whatʼs to lose... fool

Whatʼs to lose Whatʼs to lose in smiling and in crying Whatʼs to lose in giving and giving more Whatʼs to lose in gaining the immaterial Whatʼs to lose in losing a non fought battle Whatʼs to lose in living a life of choice Whatʼs to lose in changing the course of life Whatʼs to lose if life moves on Whatʼs to lose if people give up Whatʼs to lose if people give in Whatʼs to lose, Whatʼs to lose in any aspect Whatʼs to lose to the wise or to the fool Perspectives and perceptions play their shadowy games Stuck in the middle are souls thinking whatʼs to lose Smile- true from the heart Smile at the adversities and adorations of the world Smile at yourself before smiling at one other Whatʼs to lose if you smile Either youʼve a happy fool or a mad fool Yet remain a fool for the eye of the beholder

God speed they say

Godspeed, or so they say Trails and thoughts Travels and tribulations More mental them physical Godspeed they say One journey begins From destinations never there to sources non existent One journey began in earnest In mind and in deed Never to be finished again The other journey continues Learning and screaming through silent lungs A trail of one journey to self and beyond Why, is known neither to the traveler Who, deemed it so is but a speculation Trails and trails abound One in each thread of existence Leading nowhere, starting nowhere Yet trails are abound everywhere Godspeed they say, to travels and not the trails

Train your mind

Thoughts vary, in all but one mind Running away from deeds, Away from all the minds, In all fairness, due to change, New things will always come around Your mind and your thoughts Our deeds and our actions Understanding actions need not be a criterion Running of a mind indeed is a privilege My thoughts do run, wild at home In parallel or in continuum New - is not the enemy Dearth of new is...!

Moments

One light and free No future no past but only the present Akin to nestling in grandmother's lap Listening to stories beyond comprehension Yet, life comes full circle Life comes clean I am but a character in the story Mine or grandmum's Took wings the story did Anandi weaved a web to stay To stay and dream beyond comprehension Yet, life is free and so am I One light and free No future no past only THE present

Stinging tears

Tears roll by, One drop after the other One day living in the frigid cold of ignorance The other in the burning out of anger Tears roll by With no rhyme or no reason With more or than to gain They just react and respond the same Tears roll by In a moments notice Stinging tears With no reason or rhythm Tears roll by Yawning or emotionally Stinging tears Living began to end where it began Words fail, Emotions give up Life is not at an end Stinging t ears do remind -- I am alive