Love reborn

The wounds that we behold
in this universe, this body of ours
inflict agony that may seem like a haze.
But when the haze clears
we come across a beautiful poetry:
a love reborn for life.

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Look within

“So what do you think is bliss?” she asked. “Is it when you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure?”

“No dear, that is euphoria – an imagined state of being,” he said, smiling.

“So what is bliss then?” she said.

“Bliss…hmm. It is a feeling of pain in the pleasure and the pleasure in┬áthe pain. It is what makes you look within and not let you feel scared of your inner-being. It is what makes you not care about what people say but what the voice inside you says.”

“Can you feel the bliss?” she said.

“I guess. Sometimes. Do you?”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “I guess I need to look within.”

Not allowed!

I can catch a glimpse of the world
you don’t want me to see
because once I have perception,
a view, of my own
you can’t rule over me.

Wintered

I.
your power
is so
colossal,
fear permeates
into
my bones.

II.
a blow
you send,
so swift
it sends
shivers down
my spine.

III.
ruthless
is your
aura,
you
don’t spare
anyone.

Last Prayers

I see a tree on the verge of death
all of its leaves have departed
only to kiss the brown soil
and break down into it.
I see its hands rising up
as if saying its last prayers:
asking for a long period of peace.
And then I see a flock of birds
coming from nowhere to sit on the tree
peace – the old creature has received.

Work in progress

I have been hurt
I am healing,
I have been confined
I am growing,
I have been shattered
I am gathering,
I have been paled
I am glowing,
I have been shooed
I am expressing,
I have been critiqued
I am constructing,
I have been hated,
I am loving,
I have been judged
I am letting go,
I have been suffocated
I am breathing,
I have been killed,
I am living.

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