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My Soul

Since childhood, I have seen
the knowledge of the sprits
in great souls.
And yet I haven’t learnt.

Not forced, or coaxed
with buttery illusions
or with money and grams.
And yet I haven’t learnt.

Morality and responsibility
have been easy so far,
but the mystery of life remains.
And yet I haven’t learnt.

Searching the pathway beyond the horizon
when life is so simple right here
all along; all my faked life.
And yet I haven’t learnt.

Talks from my mom, and my father
discussing all years for truth and life.
Now I realize that-
“I haven’t learnt it all yet.”

Patiently waiting for the right time.

-Nakul

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Life of a Petal.

Look at the petals of the flower and their drive
and momentary shifts to make themselves
different and unique than the other petals.
The petals of the flower grow and flow.

The life of a petal.

Life of a petal.

Listen to the petals of the flower and their stories
that are so different and yet surprisingly beautiful;
that puts yet another twist to the stories untold.
The Petals of the flower cook and book.

Touch the petals of the flower and their beauty
that glorifies the animate or the inanimate
with absolute selflessness and rare love.
The petals of the flower curve and serve.

Sense the petals of the flower and their waves
of harmony with an unbreakable connection
where to protect the little, the elders wither.
The petals of the flower die and scarify.

-Nakul


Mass Death

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A verse from Mass Death

A verse from Mass Death


Flash of Light

I will live in fear.
Nowhere shall I be spared.
With all this void amidst,
My light needs another flare.

A flash of this heavy light
Seems to pass so slow.
Even with my eyes closed
Pictures seem to brightly glow.

Living the entire life in control,
A ruthless life we die.
A blank mind and a boom,
Everything in-between lie lies.

A flash of this heavy light
Seems to pass so slow.
Creating a shadow in the middle
Of the death and the flow.

Waiting for this fragile bubble
to break into small dust pieces.
Petals of the roses they perceive,
and adhere painful thorn kisses.

A flash of this heavy light
Seems to pass so slow.
Waiting to disappear from their eyes
With the knowledge, I know.

Sacrifices of thousands, I see
The light of these fireflies sucked.
Faded and washed faces,
Poor souls getting fucked.

Millions of movies playing,
But one constant sound from this vibe.
In this land, a will to survive is
the only little hook, keeping me alive

A flash of this heavy light
Seems to pass so slow.
Even with my eyes closed
Pictures seem to brightly glow.

-Nakul