Showing posts with label Free Mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Free Mind. Show all posts

Loophole


(.... Let the music roll! ....)


Dreamers we are;
Dreamers we be!!

Friends we are;
Strangers we be!!

Matured we are;
Stubborn we be!!

Thinkers we are;
Fools we be!!

Near we are;
Distance we be!!

Inclusion we are;
Exclusion we be!!

Destined we are;
Parallel we be!!

Free we are;
Caged we be!!

Creators we are;
Exploiters we be!!

And..
Dreamers we are;
Dreamers we be!!




You know, everyone starts to live their dream; And in the process of living the dream, life itself becomes a dream to live. Friends, maturity, freedom, destiny.. we can go on counting; but are we living? Honestly, I never found someone who answered me this. Neither I could answer myself because I myself have been in the second line from above. The day we come out of the loop, maybe we can start living.

Page Turn Over

Turning the page doesn’t hurt;
But,
The frozen moment of the page.. in memory does..!!
The characters of the page does..!!
A mind wrapped around the character does..!!
The span of life the page has taken away does..!!
Being on the same page does..!!


Turning the page doesn’t hurt;
If you cherish the frozen moments of the page..!!
If you let the character roll..!!
If you let go thoughts from mind..!!
If you can understand the importance of time..!!
And,
Above all,
Letting yourself to turn the page and meet new character;
Who can freeze a moment of yours, creating memories..!!




Enemy

I heard, "You are going to be judged".
Fear engulfed on my face
Just as the sun does on solar eclipse
By
Killing the light
And
Sparking a black desire from the burned out wood.


I asked, "Who's the judge?"
With a sculptured culprit mind,
With an intention to mold and map the face
Just as, the sun sets calling the moon on
With the light nobody can see
And
Watch the shadow.


I asked, "Where does my opponent live?"
With a masked evil mind to kill the voice that arose
Washing the hands with black blood
That will leave the scars until its dusted.


In the end,
I asked, "Who's my opponent?"
He replied, "He doesn't exist. He is just your inner truth."