Liberated

I stand on the edge of the unknown
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
forgone the prosperity and sunshine
deep into my roots,  are puddles
of saddened crumbled hope
there’s a melancholic glow on my face
it yearns for warmth, eternal sunshine, spring
up there are gloomy grey skies
naked and fatigued crows are hovering
to seek shelter and heal their wounds
I’ve sinned but there’s no blood on my hands, they’re clean
the wind is blowing with its brutal gusts

a few moments later the
unknown edge is no longer unknown
But now it’s like I’m standing in the middle of a deserted moor
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
the heart is craving for insanity but mind
is composed and completely poised
the wind is loosely sweeping dust
whirling salt mingling thyme
crows have turned to seagulls
they are screeching, crying, soaring
a storm is brewing nearby

cliff’s edge is near I can feel the abyss
the mistral winds have spoken
their verses are dark and cold, but propitious
what did they speak of?
they urge, they whisper, some kind of invitation
“jump off the cliff, be free, liberate!”
will I jump or I’m too coward for that jump?
black clouds have become dense
there’s a sense of forbidding, the lines are thin

the mist has cleared up now as I can see the sea
but the sea is in turmoil no boat in the sight
Am I ready to face the storm?
will jumping off the cliff calm the storm I fear, the one inside my tattered soul,
the sea of torment the melancholic sea which wants to bleed out when I rip my heart open? who knows? but as they say
there are no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous sea below, the real one
So I jump. I jump to liberate myself, I jump to endure the pain, I jump to break the chains!

Midweek blues

Mind on a spin
with storms within

drops of tears
trying to find a path
to the lips

unanchored thoughts
adrift in the head

falling harder
than the gravity’s pull

mind’s on a spin
but body’s sober
like this day

There’s too much on my mind,
But there’s not enough time,
To write it all down,
So I guess I’ll just drown,
In these thoughts.

Spring’s Melody

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The birds around me hopped and played
As winter’s chill started to fade away
No shivering, just warm thoughts
Came to me with each breath
Gratitude reached my heart
To carry me forward
Even though, I hate so much
I am faced with lately
Each day matters, no reasons to lament
Choices to make for a better future
Time to spread love and smiles
My faith is eternal; undying

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Heart Talk

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It’s strange how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
A charm and charisma, an emotional clothing
It’s nice but it’s not really “me”

The real me, the me of me, the “who” that I am,
He’s not cool, calm or collected.
Inside the thoughts his head go crazy,
Like an untamed deranged juvenile. He’s a mess

Always overthinking random stuff of conversations he had.
With friends or strangers
Thinking the best, then ruminating the worst,
Battering himself with enfeebling fears.

He hide these fears behind fake actions, fake smiles,
Fake talks or fake phrases
Convinced that a fake him is better than the real him,
For now and the rest of always

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PS:
A mind in overdrive can be really exhausting. Phew!
Most of us portray a fake us to keep up with society on a day to day basis.Until in the end it consumes us and we become that of which we pretend to be.

Some say that a man lives a better life when he sheds all masks. The truth underneath just needs to be brought into the light.

So what are your thoughts on it? Can we shed all masks?
I believe it’s only natural that we have private and public persona’s to some extent.

Also, on serious note, I want to dive into spirituality. I know the word “Spiritual” is abstract, but something tells me that it has answers to my questions. So please suggest me something, books or some accessible texts, so that I can propel the quest to find myself and my life’s purpose.

Thanks.

I went hiking

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Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody

The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze

In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr

Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!

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Seasons of the Earth 🌍

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The paradisal green hill
holds a floral formation
A sign of dynamic beginning
sprouting forth -a peaceful trail

Blue waters caress
a craggy shore
as light drenches earth’s floor
a wilderness – with utter brilliance

Crimson red grapes
shine beneath the sky
sun surrenders to its twilight fate
glowing embers -of an autumn tree

Grass and weeds asleep
Riding winter’s wind
Snow drift, snow flakes in a snow line
Cold moon rising- a frozen scarecrow

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Gone with the wind

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Beneath a star studded vista
a resplendent guiding light
Smiles and kisses him as
He weeps and inhale, trying to let go.

The soothing sea winds
unable to carry his grief
Flutters making him see through
glimpses of truth, hidden beneath

In a seascape of serenity
Tossing life like a trash
Leaving behind every moron
He steps forward, to a new beginning.

With each crest of a wave
Pressure builds up
eerie silence, uncertainty reigns
He knows not where he’s heading to

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Before the first light

solus exposed uncovered

a long distance

somewhere down in the night

a long time before first light

dew shapes on you

painting you into the image

I caught a cold

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I go to my haunt
riding my bike
then I hike
I am bold
though it’s cold
Don’t get know better
The fun
The chill
To run In cold weather
Without my jacket on

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