God ever comes to us silently, intently and endlessly, in forms of spring and fragrance, cloud and rain. He is present in nature and in the life of people. He inspires the poet with song, and His visit cheers him in moments grief. HAVE you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes. […]
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Day and night, summer and rainy season, the poet awaits his divine Lover. Light, and haze bring His messages and greetings. The fragrance of the Lover fills the air, announcing His approach, and the poet sings with joy.
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God the supreme master of all things is omnipresent. He enters out hearts unnoticed and influences our actions; so we need to be ever ready. God is present in the humblest of his creatures as well as in the great heavens.
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In early life of the poet felt persuaded that the Divine master would come and take him across the ocean of eternity. Under His Inspiration he would singg new and sweet mmelodies. But the Master does not come, and the poet is disappointed. He longs for rest and liberation from this world.
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I am what I amI love what I amI am not the book thatis perused and judgedI am a rose to who hatesI am a bouquet to who lovesA star shines in its own way withoutcomparing its peers
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It ended likea melange of emotions tuckedin our minds to be unseen and to be expelled.Some are set free to wave in the airthat are soothed to our neighbours tooSome are zipped to the cornerof our lips but sad they failed to prolongtheir identityOctober ended likethe dew drops that are drooling and shimmering the leaf […]
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Dear music You are such a thing that a little alarm in my mind to call you gives me a sweet chill to all my body. When I’m in euphoric my feet breaks its chains to tap into their own steps ofcourse you tend to make myself as a choreographer too by depending upon to […]
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I love my little bunnyhis coat is so cozy.His ears are cute and tallbut his eyes are shiny and small.He comes hopping joyfullywagging his tail playfully.I feed his favourite munchHe nibbles carrots with a crunch.He twitches his nosewhile I play on the grass.He sleeps in his warm bedI see no sound to disturb.No, it is […]
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The road of muscular genderis hardly smooth and sweetly ruggedWhen his little feet got strikenhis father removed the barriersthere I learned a kindness on his way On his childhood streethe lended his new pencils to his dearsand borrowed a broken ones, though heknew his mom’s angerthere I learned a generosity in his hands To the […]
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Not all men are sexist, not all men disrespectNot all men are the man who harms what he should protectNot all men are vicious, not all men are brutesNot all men are the man who punches, rapes and shoots.Not all men use violence, most are courteous and kindBut when I talk of toxic men the […]
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