This, we call life.

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Things, things are made of these days
Volumes, of volumes around us
Material is immaterial
Secrets within secrets they lie.

Acts behind acts is living these days
Takes after takes we call life
Artificial is real
Signs within signs they find.

Know, known is unknown these days
Delay in delaying the wait
Unshown is shown
Time within time they slide.

The World As I See It

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People see places
They see the world as rich and poor
Some see it as black, some as white
I see no line that divides.

Around the world we go
Combat cultures, savour the flow
Live the life of others
It’s nice for a day or so.

The world is no black or white
It’s no big or small
Nor despicable or frightful
It’s part artistic, part adroit.

Once you enter such a world
You leave the exit far behind
If you happen to come across a door
It’s your chance to magnify.

Be yourself

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Stay clear

The storm is near

Wind is screaming

To close all doors

 

Shut up thunder

You’re scaring her

Go somewhere

Miles away

 

Sky is dark

With a hint of light

Look above, look ahead

Yet no positive insight

 

Close your eyes

Feel the forces

It’s a miracle

You’re still alive

 

Just breathe now

For it’s almost over

Last thing to do

Be yourself tonight

The Rebirth

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I feel inspired

Sitting under tangled threads

Amidst a creative revolution

One space. Infinite grace.

Looking on the brighter side

Worth a golden glaze

Charcoal face

Where were thou?

Mistakes men make

Vanished by a prayer to the sky

Waiting on a frozen spot

We slide into a new life.

Today, my thoughts turn one.

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Today, I complete one year of blogging.

One year of struggling to put my thoughts down on paper.

One year of rummaging for topics to write.

One year of self-discovery.

One year of mixed emotions.

One year of integrity & individuality.

One year of understanding my strengths & weaknesses.

One year of improvising, learning new tricks of writing.

One year of reading some very inspiring blogs.

One year of disseminating grief.

One year of sharing happiness.

One year of accumulating support from fellow bloggers, family & friends.

One year of being able to be me.

Time and tide wait for no one.

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I wish I could go back in time,

read Gulliver’s Travel and The Last Leaf,

write letters and notices,

maybe even a few poetry with rhyme.

 

So often I wonder,

only if I had taken more time,

to understand grammar and punctuation,

check my spellings twice.

 

What if Shakespeare read my poetry,

I would have to disappear for a lifetime,

but before I do that,

at least peruse his work so fine.

 

I wish I could go back in time,

remember the words of Caesar,

fall in love with Frost,

not miss out precious years left behind.

 

This is in response to The Daily Post Challenge: Back to School

In my mind…

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There is a question in my mind,
That I am unable to strike;
There is a question in my mind,
Unable to revive.

There is a doubt in my mind,
Ringing each day twice;
There is a doubt in my mind,
It’s on me that it resides.

There is a fear in my mind,
Terrorising my time;
There is a fear in my mind,
Sleeping soundly tonight.

There is a friction in my mind,
Charging my thoughts infinite;
There is a friction in my mind,
Sometimes too powerful to define.

There is a storm in my mind,
Beginning to come alive;
There is a storm in my mind,
Here to destroy each twine.

There is a barricade in my mind,
To jump, to survive;
There is a barricade in my mind,
As mighty as a knight.

There is a question in my mind,
Tangled top-to-toe inside;
There is a question in my mind,
Yet to unravel in time.