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A minaret of moments intertwined.
On their cusp memories do ride.
A saga in tune with the rhythm of life.
Architecture of memories a rhapsody in time.
Amidst the chaos emotions bloom.
Knitting hearts hoping they root.
Immerse one’s essence in this dance.
The gossamer petals of attachment align.
In the mist of time they turn sepia
Yet the bond still seems alive.
An unmetered poem full of pauses.
Filled with tears and remembered losses.
When landscape of the heart feels parched.
And eyes dream of an autumn romance.
Have to keep the spark within ablaze .
Realise a cornucopia of bliss in this ephemeral space.-
From it evolves all creation.
The big bang , genesis of evolution.
The divine force which silently guides.
The tranquil space where peace resides.
From nothingness creativity blooms.
From darkness the truth unfolds
Each fractal binds to make an atom.
From which evolves the origin of life.
Emptiness is a space to improve.
To fill with beauty and harmony
To carve into what your soul alludes.
An understanding of the purpose you seek.
It's the perception that counts.
To sieve the layers to reach the pearl.
The shadows are just the illusions.
To test the mettle of humans.
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मन का दर्द
किससे कहूं ।
एहसास का समन्दर
दिन रात घेरे रहते हैं ।
यादों काी बरीश
नहीं रुकती
मन का द्वंद
एक बड़ा चक्रव्यूह ।
इस दुविधा का
समाधान कैसे करूं ।
दिल की अपनी
राय होती हैं।
कायनात और प्रकृति
भी मदद नहीं करते।
तब अपनी आत्मा की
आवाज़ पर ही भरोसा
करना होगा।-