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EXISTENCE

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Little wishes are released by our father’s hands,

Each one of us reaches its own destination, our motherland

We get a mother and an earthly father too,

And write our own stories, we creatures, who in actuality

Belong to the heavenly father’s land.

A life span of mortals we live,

Just like a comma put in the eternities of stories written in desert sand.

Our little life splutters with a crackle and ends just like that-

And so we progress through umpteen lives

Living and giving countless experiences to that supreme spirit,

where it experiences itself through us,

his little wishes we were from the very start.

 ©smritispeaks2014

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THE SOJOURN

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A bee buzzed around me-

The grass kissed the soles of my feet

Am I walking on the ground

Or is my soul soaring?

It is free, this soul of mine,

To travel to galaxies yet unborn

It visits the nursery of stars

Where constellations will dawn.

It goes to the heart of mother earth

With molten lava it plays

Suddenly it rises

And flies to the Arctic

The cold slowly takes the heat away.

Lightyears it traverses

To reach the end point

But lo and behold it looks,

The end it does not find.

It comes back to the body that is walking

I regain my consciousness

Glad for the passage of time.

©smritispeaks2014

a much awaited meeting

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A MUCH AWAITED  MEETING

I will meet my self one day

Whether it is on a star yet not born,

Or on some planet undiscovered,

It may even be on earth or on water.

But this much I know,

I will meet myself one day

In my purest form.

 

I do not know in what garb

But when I do meet my self,

I will cry to my heart’s content

And then my eyes will brim with tears of joy-

I will meet myself

And then for, forever, I will die.

©Smritispeaks2014

universe in a drop

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UNIVERSE IN A DROP

 

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A tiny drop of water I was observing,

In its convexity, the entire vista was shrinking.

As the little drop, hanging for its life,

Grew longer in size

The reflection in the drop increased manifold times,

And just when the reflection was at its best.

The drop’s life came to an end.

I thought i heard its one last sigh;

But on my ears I no longer rely

Because what they hear I do not feel,

And what I feel, they try their best,

But can not hear.

©smritispeaks2014