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Little

I have little fire left inside,
left is little love too,
also left is a little hope altogether
seems so little but true.

I have sight getting blurred,
a heart that is slowing down a little,
a spark that is refusing to die
but ready to burn little.

Little things to cherish for,
little things to worry,
little is the time we have,
then why not make merry?

 

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The Last Free Souls

In the sublime ocean of life,
where memories wanders as souls,
some float lifelessly at the brim,
some echo life even in the depths unknown,

In sheer darkness of times to come,
when the storm of time spares none,
obscure depths would remain untouched,
fulfilling the prophecies so blunt,

These are the last free souls,
of time unknown,
forgotten and stolen,
from lives of our own.

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Oeuvre

A Man’s Oeuvre
is an image of his
hidden soul
It crawls out
every night
in every work,
where he puts,
all his heart and
might. So never judge
it by your naked eyes.
a naked soul would suffice,
however.

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Wonder

A Crazy attempt,I pondered over sleep to write a poem using the same word again and again. This is what I get. Thanks for bearing.

Some do it wonderfully
others keep on wondering
on how to wonder
and what to wonder
whether the wonder we want
is worth the wondering
in this wonderful world
wonders were never created
they were born as wonders.
as we are
wonders,each one of us
and still we keep wondering
where to discover
the next wonder.
when it’s within us.

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