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Dormant Promise

Today morning I got up little early,
Even before the sun.
I saw something with awe and wonder:
The fading night and rising dawn.

The dormant promise has started
Opening its sleepy eyes.
Once again waking to the reality;
A subtle call (of life) in disguise.

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Where…XVI

Where death do not
spring a surprise.
Where death is just
a change in disguise.
Where death calms the
body as the soul rise.

Where death is a stop
over before refueling.
Where death redresses pain,
facilitates soul’s healing.
Where death is not a dread;
just an elapsing feeling.

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Where…I

Where words fall short
and the heart melts.
Where mind races high,
into deep faults.
Where vision fails and
the journey halts.

Where I feel not any
exuberance or high.
Where proximity is bliss
with inevitability to die.
Where nocturnal feelings
bear the brunt and sigh.

Where heat is frozen
and mist transparent.
Where faith falls and does
something incoherent.
Where rain is not cheered
and the wets are torment.

Where love is to die
in the depth unheard.
Where drops of water are
nothing but one in herd.
Where going gets tough
the belief sounds absurd.

Where emptiness rules the
caverns of rough weather.
Where vague is the disguise
of fermenting heather.
Where calmness dies the death,
laughs loud the coarse soother.