VERITAS (extended)

how unappreciative we have grown
to be oblivious of the benevolence shown
empowered us to kiss the sky and own
but pored to the otiosity
rather rivet on our innate prowess, and hone

the one who delivered us
from all devious fuss
unbeknownst of the unforeseen cuss
yet we yearn and curse
rather to acknowledge and trust

why do we complain for petty futile accounts
yes, it might have not spun in your favour,
and conferred pain profound
but is it your true pursuit to delve and drown
or is it your perpetual verity
to evolve and ascend beyond

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GRATITUDE

basks of my heart
draws my soul
enchants my essence
and beguiles my core

astonishing miracles
and touch of Midas
charismatic pinnacles
ascension to stars

I feel nice
I feel awesome
Magical surprise
a life wholesome

Thank you thank thank you
Oh God of one and all
for holding and sailing me through
all endurances and fall

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Love Story

a love story typical it is, but very intense
where villains having higher hand
testing the gravity of our essence
ploys, ambushes, and ideas, pioneered under sand

darkness have triumphed so far
the force of our love appear to diminish
hope once lit in our hearts
fail to replenish

crevices grown deeper
crafted by foes and fiends
what more I need to offer
exhausted of all my schemes

I wish she could sense my soul
little did she know of my pain
whispers of her sentience, aloud and bold
but she chooses to succumb all, in vain

I know not how to mend
oasis of my hope and illusions of her mind
I might give up and not anymore tend
delusions have infested her and made her blind

Not an end it is though
neither do I visualize any scope
obsolete it is, I believe, ergo
even for an iota of hope...

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Love Story

a typical love story
where villains having higher hand
testing the gravity of our essence
ideas pioneered under sand

darkness have triumphed so far
the force of our love appear to diminish
hope once lit in our hearts
fail to replenish

crevices grown deeper
crafted by foes and fiends
what more I need to offer
exhausted and tired of all the schemes

I wish she could sense my soul
little did she know of my pain
whispers of her sentience screams bold
but she chooses to succumb it in vain

I know not how to mend
oasis of hope, unreachable as it seems
I might give up and not anymore tend
as she has cultivated some toxic steams

Not an end it is though
neither do I visualize any scope
obsolete it is, I believe, ergo
even an iota of hope...

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LEAP
not an error of either
circumstances weren't conducive
love is still alive between us
it is just the one playing behind must cease
ambush engineered for me
perhaps you are becoming the bait
earnest urge of mine for your own wellbeing
lead with a leap of faith
and
not becoming a subservient to your own temper
but a mind well scaled
unbecoming, the prey of the devious
unbeknownst of their heinous intent
dare to beget the audacity to confront
only can we mend the crevices
forgo the false ego, you have harboured
a masquerade to guise
and the mind tangled in devious pursuits
heed me very well, my precious
the path you ensue, is not a bequeath of bliss
but an abyss

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moksh

Jubilances of heart
cherishes in his solitude
doesn't boast or flaunt
but pursues silence
to preserve his peace
hide it from malignant ambience
and their toxic perceptions
and bear on his own sanctuary
experiencing the unbelongingness
heal, replenish, and solely delve
entranced by eternal qualia
imbued and absolved
unseeking it's desires
once concocted in soul
finds nothingness
but conscious culmination
this culmination is bestower of peace
the finale of every existence
what every soul seeks
defined vividly
but called as...

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Teachers

born of love
raised with care
but teachers up above
had something more to share

the innocence of my soul
and heart that never dared
destiny had to endow
something nasty to ignite my flare

to awaken my core
and to make me aware
made my mind blow
when they betrayed 
and stranded me in despair

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PUPPET

borne of the light
delved in spite
preserved heart
blunt and stark
scars yet raw
creeps and crawls
sounds of silence
aloud in conscience
unconquered nightmares
and unspoken tales
memories haunt
but smile & flaunt
yearns to live
but penance and grieve
what play life is
was once a light, now a tease

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MOKSHA

tyrannies of life
obvious of what it intends to impart
but blinded by illusion around
we fail to tend its true purpose
mirked by cloudy ambience
and sometimes in alliance with ignorance
devouring greed, boasting false ego
being cognizant and remorseful
but ego forbids to accept and penance
piles with time, and ripens the soul
day by day, moment by moment
oblivious of it's teachings
deluded from path of liberation
clung to cycle of life
as it repeats time and time again
until lesson learnt
&
absolved

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unapologetic

Sometimes no matter how true and deep your love is
Sometimes no matter how much you care
no matter what you do
it's never appreciated
and never gets deserved reciprocation
on the contraire
It's ruthlessly crushed, 
and never remorsed
and never respected
and not apologetic of

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