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Intimate Workings Of My Heart


The more one is, the richer is all that one experiences I guess. As I sat right in the middle of a large crowd whose eyes were glued on me, wanting to hear about me, and from me, I found myself quietly turning towards my inner self. It was as if I was increasingly taking possession of myself, which, under apparent repose, goes on in the most intimate workings of my heart. I somehow felt that I was suddenly learning to see more clearly. I don’t know why it was so, but everything seemed to penetrate more deeply into me that day and it did not quite stop at the place where until now it always used to stop. I felt that I have an inner self of which I was ignorant. Everything goes thither now, what happens there I do not know. For what I know for sure is that I can no longer take words easy, for words and verses are not, as people imagine, simply feelings – they are experiences. I feel for the sake of a single word or verse, one must see many places, people and things. One must know the animals, one must feel how the birds fly and know the gesture with which the little flowers open in the morning. Time quickly puts an end to accidental fame and what scares me most is that I now have to be focused and write well.

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We Love


I don’t know how many of you will concur with me but I think that all of us love because we are afraid of ourselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in us, and merely to cater to that want do we go about seeking someone in whom we can lose ourselves as a drop of ink does in the mighty ocean.

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Did Wisdom Really Walk Your Way?



I know what you, you and you know…
Shuffle it again, and some seeds I sow
In thought I cough, and splash more ink
For I know what you, you and you think.

Sometimes I seek to flatter beauty
And love seems nothing but fun-rhymed duty,
Altering the words I do, and edit many times
Make fun of others in satirical lines.

Aged and bald is my hoary head
Tossing in glory I lie on my bed
Learned and respectable, you all accept me
But lunatic with age I am becoming you see.

Hard I try not to fall a prey
But grey cells deplete,
It is not 
in my say.

What you, you and you know, 
now
I just cannot say.
And you wonder –

Did wisdom really walk your way?






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Gold And Silver



The sun blazes,
Piercing through
A dewdrop.
Another day –
Of pure gold.

The moon gleams…
Glimmers on
Murmuring waves.
Another night –
Of pure silver.









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