Category: Poems
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Little by little
Little by little… I gather my thoughts. They tug, they nudge… I connect the dots. Like tiny bubbles… They rise and get less dense. Bit by bit it all makes sense…
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High up in the green mountain…
Here’s a ‘tiny’ poem and a ‘little’ painting I just created in my digital art journal. It is inspired from a photograph I recently saw. This is nothing like it though. Just Inspired! Just felt like creating a home amongst the trees… “High up in the green mountain there lives a little bird, amongst the…
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Gushing thoughts…
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Like peas in a pod…
When I find myself in the inside of me… That’s where the soul resides… I find God… That’s when I find myself in every being around… Like seeds in a pod… Attached to the same source within… So let this journey begin…
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Stillness…
The constant chatters in and around us are constant. Silent gaps between these chatters bring us closer to our selves. Our selves or what they call the Higher self, is often lost in this chatter… The spiral of life may leave you in a jitter It is sometime sweet, sometime bitter Just clear your mind…
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Are they flying still…
I see birds moving away… Fading away…away into the sky… From the window where I sit…I often watch them fly by… Going home to their nests, to their little ones perhaps… All eager and waiting… I watch the daily drill… I wonder…have they reached? Or are they flying still…
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Is that not so?
Some days are good and some not so Some start on a good note and some not so While some bring cheer and some not so While some seem all uphill and some not so This is what makes a lifetime…worth living…is that not so?
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The voice in my head
It often talks to me…even when I am not free… It talks and I listen and sometimes I talk back… It talks about the missing tiles and it talks about the lack… The voice in my head…I wish it was dead… It talks about the past and of everything vast… The topics are often the…
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He asked me what it means to die…
He asked me what it means to die… Why each and everyone has to bid goodbye To be born and brought up And then to finally leave… Leave behind friends and family to grieve… There is a higher self inside each one of us that drives us like a driver would a car This never…
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Soch
Soch rahey they ki kya sochein… Sochna to hamari aadat hai jaisay… Bina sochey bhi to reh saktey they hum… Par socha na tha kaisey.
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Zindagi
Zindagi Kay Palon Mai lamhey yuhin bhartey Gaye Salon saal yuhin guzartey gaye Ab ja Kai aya samajh, Zindagi to yahi hai, yahi hai yahi Ab yuhin jeetain hain hum Jaisey her pal may zindagi mil gayi