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I love
moving to the music of my heartbeat.
To the song
that plays guiding steps.
To the melodies
that expand my consciousness.  
And graceful breath that gently flows
from intake to out.
To the graceful rhythms of dreams
that echo singing like birds,
like wind,
like ticking of father clock
  reminding
we are on a sacred journey
filled with musical blessings.
Inspired by a poem posted by yasaman johari and written by Jawahar Gupta
Fell down
To the ground
Halo’s gone
Skin scarred
Not a human
Now dressed as man
Wings burnt
Heaven sent?
Castaway?
Did he obey
Or betray?
Punishment
Or testament?
Just a random write.
Overheard on the bus, a guy was telling his friend that he dreamt of an angel. I don't know, it really caught my attention. I don't even remember if I ever had a dream about an angel.
Mind O Mind

The Mind is jobless
At times reckless
Always boundless
On a flight of thoughts
No looking back
Racing away

'The Heart'
has  to pick up the pace
In slow whispers

Urges

'The Mind'

To hold on
Cool down
  
Again

Now faster ,
losing its own breath

'The Heart'
beats faster
          
Urging

Oh please, 'Mind O Mind'

Hold on
Cool down Cool down....

'The Mind'
finally slows down
Cools down
Winks on
Now both at the same pace  

'The Mind and The Heart'
In Tandem.


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A little tiff between The Mind and The Heart
The Mind wants thoughts to be worded, the Heart trying to pacify it .
Wrote this in a busy and restless state of Mind .
Writing has helped me .
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