A puff in,a puff out
paths closed,still i see a way out
it burns inside,so does out,
something liberates,I never know how.
I wish I was smoke,
untouched,without bounds,
To kiss the air,
with love but without a sound.
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We all live in fantasies of our own,what differs us from each other is the amount of reality we allow to bear.
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Never be called Fallen
when you are
ready to dive
in depth of your dreams
again and again.
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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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Either you can be floating dead in the lake of life hoping to meet your destiny with the slow flow..or you can be a Tornado that gets everything in it’s path..might that be destiny as well.
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I see splashes of white
on a clear blue sky
I see patches of green
and tiny houses with lights
It is not a stupefaction
just god’s idea of painting.
*pic is a recent click of mine.. kudos. 😁
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We all are bound to depart,
from places we love someday,
Willingly or unwillingly
Some leave with tears,
Some with memories..
and some never leave at all,
the places have remains of them,
echoes of their presence,
Forever.
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Writings to Heaven 