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Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
Never I was asked,
"What do you see on closed eyes?"

On closed eyes
I see you
Everywhere
As the wave of hope
Stirring the soul
One of a kind
That I know
Constant

I would have said
Genre: Observational
Theme: The Reflections
heymeh Dec 2017
I will close my eyes
everytime you touch me
I will close my eyes
then I won't see
the
l
o
v
e
you don't feel
when you're
holding
me
Playing I Can't Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt in my head.
insomniatrical Apr 2017
Milestones
A thousand of them
And all around me
I know
The way they infect everyone with happiness.

Oh,
But not me
My eyes are closed and I only hear them
One thousand sounds
Each one louder than the last.

And I wish
That one day I could see them
My own milestone
One I can never reach
But I can only hope for.
Ajey Pai K Dec 2015
I believe, that there's a place void;
Of all sickness and the body's ailment.
I believe, in a land with only souls,
With only peace which can't be felt.

I believe, in a universe with no stars,
No moons and with no galaxies.
I believe, in a universe with no knowledge
And without any parameter associated with.

I believe, in a universe where reason,
And logic don't get endorsed. Only peace.
I believe, that this peace can't be felt.
A state of feeling nothing. Like being dead.

I believe, that this is my heaven,
Where I shall go after my tenure here.
I believe that I can only feel nothing.
Only pure and not perceivable peace.*

-The Silent Poet
Ajey Pai K Dec 2015
The nature of nature she is; very silent.
Not heard and can't be spoken about.
Silence, a poet's way to bring out words:
Break her and I see myself left with Songs.

The mother of words she is; very thoughtful.
Nourishes them and they forget her throughout.
Silence, a seeker's way to see the divine:
Break her and I see myself left with Gods.

Omnipresent she is; very generous.
Disguises herself as sound, music or words.
Silence, that music which stands alone:
Break her and I see myself left with tunes.

-The Silent Poet
Personification of silence. The Divine feminine and the gloomy Revelations.

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