I walked the path,
Believing.
Even the muck carried me safe from fall,
Caring.
I washed the feet clean when home,
Thanking.
And the soul answered life,
“I trust you and our journey, together.”
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Circles
Circles interlinked,
Layers many.
She went round and round,
Circling and moving inside.
Unaware, how long but,
To her heart’s content,
Till she became the centre.
Unable to set step any further
The unknown child sat down, disoriented
Yet, Laughing…
Pleasantly happy,
Named the lines in alphabets
And she set on her new task.
My mind wandered
Counting the circles
In this cycle of life –
Followed, planned and unplanned.
Unaware, how long for,
Layers were many and
Circles interlinked, still.
I set on an unknown path
Surprisingly happy.
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Deluge
Sacred dreams
Lost ruins and mysterious paths
The woman in veil
Walks graciously…
Tumbling down the green valley
I fall to her feet
And meet the eyes
I see everyday…
Scare shreds confidence etching
Scars in the subconscious;
Unknown scares
A deluge of thoughts I face…
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Our Stories?
Stories retold
Of prince and princess –
Valour, honour and the victor;
Wars and lives
They chased ….
Stories recreated
Of man and woman –
Emotions, feelings and situations;
Chances and living
They faced ….
Stories reread
Of fictional and non-fictional –
Characters, representation and wonderment;
Idealism or realism,
I pondered.
And our stories?
Realistically conceived,
Professed, often;
Perceived and construed,
Told, created and read.
Each Soul on a journey,
Unscathed.
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