Inner Bliss
Clouds rumble as monsoon arrives
leaves overturn a shade of green
I look at my reflection in the brook nearby
wondering, if my soul is pure and clean.
I remember the day when flowers wilted
as soon as I said goodbye to my past
like a volcano those emotions erupted
spewing hate over relations that did last.
Now, as this rain washes over me
I wonder if I'll overturn a shade of blue
that will maybe remove this sadness
and prove to me how this bliss is true.
Lush green grass beckons me over
and I walk towards it unabashedly
my bare feet tingles with ecstasy
and memories disappear profoundly.
Blooming flowers do tell a story
that life will once in a while repeat
what's beautiful now may not last long
but you'll go on till the journey's complete.
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After the Morning Prayer
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