Maturity

Chrysalis to moth
The growth takes a walk

Moth to butterfly
The growth begins to fly

Butterfly to death
The growth withers

Death to immortality
It is freed.

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Escapism? ?

running far, I tried hard
as far as I tried to run
I am still running close to everything
because my mind wouldn’t let me go,
in my mind my travel never halt a moment.

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Freedom III

Freedom
Does not define
Caged birds’ struggle
and clapping of hand
in joy of freeing them.

Freedom
Is being free
From the cage of imposing authority
Leaving the cage itself
Free of occupants,
By removing the caging thoughts.

Freedom
Is beyond imprisonment
Of desires.

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Nature - Man

When the tide speaks low
ocean do not grumble or bow;
when the waves strike high
ocean do faint or die;
when man rises in life
his ego balloons thrice;
when man price his scroll
his life become a posh stroll;
when I wonder why
Oh man....the Lord only sighs! ! .

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Birth Right

From the moment of birth
I am made to realize of a special birth right
To let not death dethrone me of my existence
But my right to wear death as crown
To live as a king, eternally ruling a kingdom within
Without the fright of letting the right to slip away
Again and again,

To conquer mortality, is,
My birth right towards immortality.

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The battling humanity

When the battle is over
everything goes blur in fever
rattles of voice deafening the ears
in joyous victory the winner, one beliefs
in painful lost the loser, another beliefs

in the middle
humanity cries in agony unbearable.

mankind oh mankind
you share the same soul
a fraction of yours
is the spark of the loser
why the murder?
why the murder?
let me live, cries humanity loud.

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Birth and rebirth

Birth and rebirth
is nothing but poles apart,
without one, the other is dead.

The growing moon
peeps from beyond the night sky
slowly enhancing itself in gradual appearance,

A birth is about to take place
soon.

A full moon.

The waning moon
hides itself beneath the night sky
slowly enhancing itself in gradual disappearance,

A death is about to take place
soon.

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Funeral

The last chapter
none wish to witness
when, they are alive.

Wails of the beloved ties
rites of belief held
accompany the dead
along the solemn trail.

Mysterious indeed this visitor
even flowers of stupendous beauty
appear sullenly shrunken
when in garlands they are attached strongly.

I wish one day
before I die
this funeral of mine
I want to witness
wholeheartedly,
so I may leave gladly

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Womb to womb to tomb

I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.

Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.

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The Sleep

I woke up
From my wakeful sleep
To sleep again in my reverie.
As I peeped through the window
Staring wildly at the sky
I enjoyed the shining dots
Mystically enchanting
They were to me.

What a wonderful sleep I had
As my eyes took me to the travel
Across the universe.
Sitting quietly within the core of my being
I asked many things
of existence and non-existence.

And both left me baffled
As I got up fresh the next day
From my lazy chair.

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