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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
In a new avenues
Under the radiant skies
With unknown identity
Like a wonder of a visitor

On closing those eyes
So far, I was lost
Spending time in circle
Ultimately, I found my way, beyond

Calm silence, everywhere
Colored reflection of breaths
Echoes within memories, and
Chorus of forgiveness.
Self Discovery Mantra.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Searching a value of “X”
Entered a elite Pub
Faced Daruma eyes without a familiar face
I was Alien to them, and they were to me.

In a drunk state,
Arousing reasons, absence sense
A query of its own  
Bar tender placed s/t in equidistance ground
Judging people by the questions, they ask
Who got the skin, who got the bones
Difference between living and existing
A winner and a looser
“Why”, “What”, “Who” : never ending interrogations
Less control over all senses
Dare to answer all noble teachers
In Wiki’s failure, repeatedly shaking a head

Value of a "Signature"
Weights value of your “X”
Found an enlightening answer
Dynamic code of a life
My 2nd thought, "A drunk seems master of all."
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Marcos Sisneros Feb 2018
Her brush slides
across the paper.
As she looks down
at the creation,
Her face filled with
Pain.
Sorrow.
Lonliness.
She is searching......
As the brush spreads
black paint...
She stares down,
Upon the artwork.
Unable,
to find.
What she is looking for.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Subconsciously
Our Journey start with
  
If,
Perhaps,
But.
  
Between those words we,
  
Raise
Search
Fall.
"May be I think too much", he said.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
With a glit of hope
And a Faith of life
Once I visited, a holy Place
Within notime, I get my name
Case 2, Bed 7
I was coined,
New Identity of mine,
Get introduced
Scientific notations
With Inhuman sense
Next to me, I asked, “who are you?”
White Gowned Interrupted, saying,” Case 3”
Technical birth, after me
Calculated values of our life
My Heart raced High
They termed, “Palpitation”
My Head turned round
“Dizziness”, they sound
After a small chat,
Silence of Unknown was there
The Big Man said,” This is not my Case.”
I was left restless
Then, Referred
In search of Hope
Referral Continues………….
Searching Humanity.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Here I am, in front of myself
Trying to recognize me
What I am to myself
What I am to the rest

Am I the shadow of myself
Or the shadow belongs to me
Wisdom of mine, may set this shadow free

Some days I cast my shadow
Some days my shadow possess me.

I wonder,
why can’t we have the same vision
Me, and the shadow,
Though we have the same pair of eyes
I wonder, do shadow knows my thoughts
At the time when I possess it

The same shadow taught me a lesson
At the time of light, it was with me
In dark, it disappeared.
Forever is relative.

Am I the shadow of myself
Or the shadow belongs to me
Discovering self through search within.
jas Feb 2018
treasure
your heart marks x
on this map of mine
its been a journey
took long to find

compass
sure led me straight to you
over unbearable nights
I searched the clues

treasure
at the end of this journey
finding you is well deserving
this is feb.5
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Cling to all sense of hope
Searching reason to wake up
Lost in a trance
Circle made with parallel lines
Together for a moment
Demon and Angel
Pristine like the soul
Exquisite moments
Weighted actions
Pixelated hope
Lost identity
Are you ok?

This is Life
Story of two Civilizations
Like a parallel Lines
Theme: Story of two civilization. Parallel lines always run nearby, but they never get connected.  Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
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