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 past or future,

Rather in what seems like now ?

Does your mind play games,

With you and your day dreams,

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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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.

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.

A Rebel ?

A rebel is what you call, A fighter is what I prefer, The most important thing of all Is that the qualities don't differ, To stand for what I believe, To look at people leave, It does break my heart for a while But more than that it brings about a smile, For it exposes the real ones And the cruel ones, And along it brings enlightenment to my soul, And peace to my mind, To be able to find A part of me in all, To be alive and willing, To be thoughtful and thinking, To be educated and building, To be sensible and helping, Life is a game Battlefield, if you will, To come out alive Is the mildest of will, Injuries do pain, But can never over-power the gain, I wish this human race Condemned the norms And started off believing In possibilities and forms.

Girlishly

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