Humming...

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The mist of existence 
shows openings
The rocks of convention
have become slippery
Only the vines keep
company unfailingly
There is a freshness 
hanging in the air
that comes from 
breezes of yonder.
My mind is humming
a tune that's 
in search of a song
of hope without
an anchor
and of love 
without 
any guarantee
of fulfilment.

On my own...8

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I found an ease
and a flow
in the dark
all by myself
when the light 
spread and
the notes
rang from the strings
of my heart
and it was the song
that shone
when life told
grief that there was hope
and it was not alone
in shedding tears;
there were the stars
which also fell on earth
from time to time.
And yet their tribe
continues to twinkle.

Nature's work

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Some times...

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When nothing is in sight
there appears suddenly
a green patch by 
the roadside
and next to it
a lake of clear waters,
warm sunshine and
a feeling of all goodness.
Things fall in place
and the soul on a swing
a song in the heart
and a lilt in the voice.
You wonder and then cease
to perplex on how it happens
and just soak in the feeling
standing and not pressing
on even a thought.
Some times.....

In fullness of time...

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I have been waiting
not giving up
determined to make it happen
in fullness of time.
I wonder at times
if it is worth the wait.
Why not fling myself
at the altar of sacrifice?
But for everything there's time
that's what life has taught me.
So I wait for the fruit to ripen
the song to play
the dark clouds to carry the rain
and for the dawn to break.
So I will wait and
life will bloom
in fullness of time.

Pure joy

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have you known
pure joy?
I did not, until
worries wafted away
desires deserted me
hopes leapt around fears
and both went up in thin air
Nothing was left to think
and it was pure joy
to breathe in pure air
and breathe out
Everything was singingly
beautiful
and all was on song.