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 ?

Comments

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 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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