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Call Of Destiny
Dusk to dusk indulging in passion, sleep
Wasting prime life in sloth - a crime
Life meant for others
is spent promoting selfish ends
Meant for higher ideals, man lower himself in esteem
destined to extreme heights, animal kingdom he prides
Child of nature, perfection is his destiny
pleasure, joy, bliss is the call--beckons his destiny.
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Hopefully we march
Joyously we toil
Steady efforts prompts us on
Real test is veiled in activity
Whereas, lethargy connotes reversal back
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Little wonder people mire in lower depths
Deep reach they shun, in slush they rejoice
Looming heights are calling
baser elements they cave in
Meaningless pleasures are preferred
Thus, Prime- destiny is wasted
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Pain Soothers
Shallow sympathy relieves not pain
it hurts old wounds
Real pain relievers are those, who
serve others with no strings attached.
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Diversity
Day turns into night; dusk greets morn
Hope turns in desire; wish into aspiration
Each variation creates illusion- whereas they are one
One who sees underlying unity diversity vanishes for him
Mind has as many worlds; as the number of ideas it contains
Its spreading tentacles hold Universe, in the vicious grip of desires
Desire, wish, aspiration- are mental folds
It churns out from them- wisdom poise
a happy domain….
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*** Music is everything, a thought, a belief, an idea, an emotion. Yet it just a single moment. ***
Last just want to say... Each thoughts are really meaningful... Keep sharing.
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As are sand dunes, water drops are as many
as are the galaxies, their subsuming space is expanse-less
Each grain, drop, particle has its own identity
each is duplicate, separated from the original Single
Each one created its own world, with conscious they permeate
level of conscious they deport, proportionate creation they- support
Non-matter to organic, human life (matter/energy) produces
so much diversity, but conscious in them is the same
Energy in animate, life force in inanimate
Camouflaged as many, is the magnetic force of divinity.
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Time
Journey through past ‘n’ future
halts at present
Bringing things afar
Cast unholy calm
When time meter is still
Time sense is gone
Eternity intervenes
Creation stands still
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Life
Life is what we make it
A player plays it, a griever dooms it
Its beauty is, it is so simple, so sweet, to sail through
Spoil-sports vitiate it; infectious are their persons
Happiness keeps away, peace shuns their company
Sojourn in zooming environs, shy away from gloom
Nature is the master; emulate it every way.
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Time is past, future too is past!
What happened billion years ago, has yet to reach us
Light radiated as time, has not traveled to us so for
where we are traveling too, is in fact our past
That which is revealed, occurred aeons ago
What we live in is past, what we seek is past
World is phenomenal, transient its creations
Change is time calendar, memory schedule is time
Ephemeral world is its mother, inert it is otherwise
Timeless we are, eternal our existence
From love is our origin, bliss is our Mother
Love is eternal bound not be by time.
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Mirage
Light is holding darkness of night
roads are lonely in shadowing light
Lamps of life are flickering
shadows of lamp post, lengthening the journey
Day’s light, darkness of night
are mirage-destiny is chasing
Both are one, merged in each other
Wise made the distinction, others deluge in illusion
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Fortune
Physical sciences, can change physical world
Science of senses, can bring about mental changes
What is not feasible to change, is subtle mind
inheritance of aeons, has perforce to change
A man is the tool, in the hands of destiny
Despite will of iron, helpless are his efforts
Unshakable faith, may work wonders
What sincerity, could not bring about!
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Mother
Debt discharged to society, forefathers ‘nd dear ones
-is an obligation formally discharged
Nation demands duty, religion commands subjugation
call of them all is perfunctory, routinely discharged
They demand, give not
Get served, serve not
Unrequited debt is curse, so are their repercussions
Loyal repayment is that, with no motives attached
Mother’s love is that, her loving hug proclaims that!
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Thanks for sharing thoughts brother a poem is a doorway to the window of the soul.
Regards Michael.
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