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Deep Within

Longing of the heart
is deepening,
for the goal above,
ever widening,
leaving lower chasms
in sinking.

Wishes, desires and
ambitions are tempting,
Holding the soul from
onward marching.
In the vicious cycle,
I am struck in.

Materialism pulls me,
Spirituality liberates.
The sound of silence
that resonates,
Can be felt only
when I meditate.

The Divine light
beckons within me.
But my eyes
could not see.
Help me, an ignorant
son of thee.

Oh Master! of my life,
take me away
for the abyss is
too deep, I may sway.
I trust you completely but
not sure of my way!

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Where…VII

Where will the solace
of mind lie?
Where will the heart
recede in a faint sigh?
Where will the spirit
rest unto the body die?

Where will the chasm
of wishes be filled?
Where will the sword
of expectation be killed?
Where will the fate of perished
(and perishable) be sealed?

Where will the Will be
strong enough and not taxed?
Where will the soul be
full empty, yet relaxed?
Where will the answers be,
for the questions asked?