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May Be Life is…
Maybe life is also about
walking alone
on roads unknown
gathering…
wild grasses by the side
happy flowers for the ride
and keeping them all together
under the hopeful glow
of tattered shade light
so that when you are lone
you’d still foolishly feel
at home.
(c) Ishrath Humairah
The Dream of a Seed – Soul Poetry
Maybe it is true
no matter how gently
and with love I touch,
I’d only hurt you.
How long can you be,
what you were never meant to be.
How long will you count those milestones and signs
that keep telling you, you are running out of time.
How long will you wait and always find,
midst unfinished conversations, your thoughts were left behind.
How long can you wish for an anchor to drop,
To let someone hold you or tell you to stop.
How long can you think that there will be a day
when life will be calling and coming your way.
I tell you today. I tell you true. This lesson of mine.
There are no chains holding you. There is nothing called time.
For all that you longed to be and all that you wanted to do,
The moment is now. That person is you.
So grow those roots, grasp those rocks, root yourself, replenish your being,
uncurl your fronds, gauge your horizons, grow your branches, and spread your wings.
When this morning sun starts to color the skies,
tell yourself gently,
I Rise.
Welcoming the Light Inside – iRise 4th Edition Lamp lighting Ceremony at Art Houz Coimbatore
Naked. Uncovered.
brandished and bare
hollow to look at,
barren to stare.
No flowers, no leaves,
no birds or bees.
No shade, no fruit,
this visage of loot.
No flirting of lovers,
no aged who weep,
no children at play,
no peasants who sleep.
Below my shade,
Life once thrived
Brimming with joys,
Madness and strifes.
My life, my mirth,
Who took it all?
Before my death,
Why my fall?
A path does go somewhere
says the unsure mind
may be a bit dark
may be lit blind
That road that always was
Un-trodden, untouched unseen
Today feels like love
Beckoning from within
Waiting to unravel, longing to reveal
mysteries of life, behind mysterious screens
How would you know what lies in there
in shades of grays and blues of greens
“The clearest way into the Universe
is through a forest wilderness.”
John Muir
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