Searching for her in the depths of an ocean

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I was searching for her with my open eyes,
in the depths of my thoughts, where an ocean lies.
The liquid thoughts were flowing and so was she.
I was chained within myself and she was free.

The depth was so calm but surface erupting,
My thoughts turned into a mood of corrupting.
I threw some pieces of my broken heart into it,
Feelings started to float on the surface, but still, shit!

I was unable to find her even in a bright light.
I felt sad and closed my eyes. I shut my mouth tight.
I isolated myself from that place, I even stopped breathing.
And then just like a magic spell, she appeared raising.

The flowing water became stagnant, she raised from the tents
at a far away distance & came face to face with me in moments.
Only when there is no door or a window to escape from bond
of our body, she appears. Bcoz she is the purpose of our life & beyond.

This poem is written for the prompt Take me to the oceans

Our purpose of life is hidden in the ocean of our own thoughts. It becomes invisible to our open eyes and noisy atmosphere. Only in the calm meditated state our purpose appears to us as there is no room for that purpose to escape as all the doors leading to the outside worlds are closed. Your purpose in you, waiting for you to be discovered. Just as one of my favorite author Dan Brown says ‘Seek and ye shall find.’

Have a beautiful sunday. Tomorrow is the extra day which we are granted only once in every four years (29th Feb), and see the fate, it’s on Monday.

Writing on the page of Life which is a time limited edition

Our life is limited by number of days, not by the number of ways we can live it. – Jackie Jain

We all are here to write down
On this time limited edition of
Life’s page with unlimited ways
Of writing it in our own unique style.

Thousands of possible combinations
But I eagerly looking for that one perfect,
I often do mistake and then stumble.
Again I wake up, reset, restart, rewrite.

Rewrite is not writing on the same page,
It is striking off the old pages and writing a
New one. But I came to know that even while
Rewriting, pages gets filled without mercy.

Every second and every page counts,
Write your life being witty and positive.
There are many ways to write, filter out
The possibilities with the least attempts.

Much population but with less humanity.
Having less ink, they steal others’ dreams.
Then with that their ink, they write their life.
Unaware that others’ ink is never compatible.

This incompatibility gave rise to unending
Elements of Greediness and selfishness.
We try to become perfect by showing others
Their flaws and thus flawing our own self.

The pages started becoming cryptic,
Destinies are going far from our reach,
Solution is to join hands with fellow humans,
Bcoz only the palm lines can decipher this cipher.

So start being witty and wise while taking a path in your life. Because on that path, on that page you have to write your life. Don’t find flaws in others, it will just complicate the already cryptic fate. Join hands, connect with souls, deactivate fault finding algorithm, restart writing your life. Every second counts, even while you were reading this post. Start writing the life in your own style, time is running. If not now? When?

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Image: Quotes Valley

Thanks for reading. Have a great day.