Does your heart talk?

Like mine ?

Does it tell you things?

Which your mind already knew,

But still wanted to,

Think about and get a clue?

Does your soul feel alive?

Without taking a dive

In the past or future,

Rather, in what seems like now?

Does your mind play games?

With you and your daydreams,

About thoughts and feelings,

That you would prefer deeply buried?

Does your mirror mention?

About the look in your eyes,

Which your soul acknowledges,

But your mind denies?

Does your breath,

Talk about sensations?

That were once your freedom,

And are now bindings to the past?

Does your face show?

The lines of maturity,

And the look of understanding,

That conveys your core,

And the ulterior decor?

Does your stomach ache,

And then give you pleasure,

To remember and forget,

That which could stay back never?

Do your feet get tired?

Treading along this journey,

Filled with twists and turns,

And diminishing lanterns?

Does your life remind you,

That it's a blessing to be alive,

And then give you a new task,

Where you again question your life?

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An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

The Rising!

A tale of inspiration, building upright, from the gallows of darkness and kingdom of fight, A burning desire to give proof, of abiding strength and courage and coup, An inner whirlwind, rising and falling, like a sand dune with its crests and troughs, magically building the foundation of faith and truth, Its outcome will be a proof in time of all things worthy and filled with chime.

A Recovering Heart!

Safe Is Just A Word! It's safe to say I am fine , Till no one looks into my mind, For once you take a look closer, You won't think that I am sober, Silence is a language in itself, Something I discovered very late, I wish I had known that earlier, Maybe my peace wouldn't have to wait, What's bygone is okay, What remains is pretty, What it was is a mystery, But what it's becoming, Will surely be history, True love doesn't leave, Neither does it stay, It accommodates to a relationship, Till the people in it slay. Only If We Could See Things Coming! To see things coming Is a matter of luck, When you can't see On a human plane it sucks To remain prepared Is what we would want, To balance the present Might miss out on the round We fight, we clamor, We plead, we worry, We curse, we wish But after all this, We forget, That it's a lesson, Not to regret. You or Animals? The line between you and...

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