A few years back, when everything seemed so dull
I thought about my life, its purpose, its worth
The life I'm living, the boring life, is it just the hull?
The hull of the fruit of divinity, was I trapped into this since birth?
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So the time has come as I realize what now to do
I need to break free of this hull and live the life I want to
I need to chase after just one thing throughout my life
The thing which has power to break this hull, to undo this fake life
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What would it be, you might ask
The thing that's common to all
For you know it but you put on a mask
And hide it, due to circumstances, from all
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The thing which is purer than your soul
The thing which is brighter than light
The thing which is way important than your two time bowl
The thing which is greater than God, yes you heard it right
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What is it, you question again
The thing that gives your life a meaning
Is nothing but your dream, the king that over
your heart, reins
And without its presence, dead shall be all the living
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Life without dream is like fire without heat, like ice without coldness
Like loo without dryness, like water without wetness
It is the essence of life, my friends
Like God, we cannot comprehend its greatness
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Until you realize what your dream is, what you do is just survive
It is when you chase your dream that you truly start living
Your passion, devotion, purpose of life all revive
And then this boring life suddenly blazes with a meaning
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Some of us might want to become a writer
Some of us might desire to become a fighter
Some of us might be passionate to teach
or some of us might want to, towards the Divine, reach
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But, remember, chasing your dream might invite a lot of difficulties and despair too
You will face many problems, some heartshattering ones too, But heed
You must not let it bother you
If determined enough, let the hell break loose and yet you will succeed
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Life is about living, not just about survival
The dawn has come, for us, from this painfully boring nightmare, to lark
So boys, rise up, rise up to fight all hurdles and glory in the face of life's revival
For it is the fiery spirit of dream who'll save you and guide you through the dark
And it's this holy spirit which will give your existence a meaning, a purpose, a life
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Soul Verse
PoetryWinner of C. T. Awards 2017 We all carry an infinity, a vast ocean of limitless consciousness equally vivid and vibrant, iridescent. And so do I. But mine, like that of many others, has been shrouded in the dark, the dark I'm slowly trying to dest...
