Mirakee
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His trishula, the destructor of evil,
His damroo, echoing life,
His Neel kantha, depicting sacrifice,
His mrig chala, depicting abandonment of luxury
Tripunda over forehead, signifying manifestation.
His third eye, the ultimate awakening of a yogi.
He himself, the cause and end of , life.
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People could only advise.
To act , is your sole
privilege.
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Before love, it's understanding,
And they say, we exchanged hearts.
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I know we are way too
imperfect to match our
footsteps with that
of, legends of romance,
But I think as long as
mine steps are following yours,
Yes, love has to bear us.
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I would love to be a
Home in jungle,
If mountains promise me,
A lifetime view.
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Mirror
In the mirror,
I see the me
Which isn't me,
Reflections of my
Uncertainties, a bleak
hope among them,
A puzzle standing
Infront of me,
To be accepted
Not solved
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Read MoreWhile I was busy
Listening opinions
I ignored a voice.
The voice
which came from
Deep within me,
The voice which
Remain suppressed
like always,
Does it matter?
No, the usual answer.
The fugitive mind ,
the distracted me,
Tracing my self ,
Outside,
in search of glee.
Never heard,
never paid heed
From my inner,
Always I tried to flee.
Truth , it encountered me,
When it screamed loud,
Listen up you hired body,
Get yourself a life,
Before the soul put an end
to your show,
And the time close your file,
Listen up to the truth inside,
Listen up to the voice,
Unheard what is for years,
That is what in actual ,
A true choice.
You maybe in the land of
noble and wise,
But neglected are those,
who rejected themselves,
to the fury of one in you,
These make up won't suffice,
Listen to unheard o vagabond,
Listen to your inner voice.
@mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #unheard #voiceUn"heard"
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All roses
But thorns,
Love betrayed.
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I weaved dreams ,
that I thought to be real,
I made you my truth,
you turned out to be
My dark fantasy.
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Can you catch time?
Does it exist in watches?
Engaged in ticking hours
Free but scarce,
Time, the incomplete desire.
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