We lose our way,
In the ruined cities of chaos,
And secretly tenderness of our heart,
Discovers the hidden signs,
We dwell on the notions of delusions,
Choose the life of duality,
To wear those monstrous veils,
And smile without smiling,
We travel and greet diverse people,
Often judging and comparing,
As our mind is seized with what should be,
We hurt others and forget,
We see things but don’t observe,
We talk about love but breathe in an ocean of fear,
We tell stories but we are scared to unfold our myths,
We learn but never flee the flow of mirages,
But there is something,
Resting at the core of our hearts,
Which claims nothing,
But hides the fire of our experiences,
As it floats in the form of emotions,
We express them and sometimes someone understands them,
As fire burns, ashes float in the air,
To bring us home.
11 responses to “The way”
“A deep poem”
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अजब लिखा पर
गजब लिखा आपने
लिख सत्य को दिया यहाँ
सत्य ही डगमगाए धरा आज तो
असत्य अटल होना है स्वभाविक यहाँ।।
यही हालात हैं आज धरा पे सबके
आप देख सको हो स्वयम यहाँ
भटकते प्राणी ओर भटके धरा पे
हाथो मोबाइल पहुचे सबके यहाँ।।
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We see things but don’t observe,. When you observe then only you serve on a plate which deep emotions . love all,
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greet diverse people,
Often judging and comparing,
we normally grade people rarely greet them .
love all,
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Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing.
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We see things but don’t observe, truly true .love all
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