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The moment of truth..
Is when you unlock your heart..Speak
up your mind..
And believe that there is nothing to
lose..

Nermine
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Words have the power
A basket of them
Effective effervescent
Freshly plucked
Quite like the flowers
Fragrant

A garland a bouquet
Maybe, just a few
At the feet of the deity
Even the wildflowers, one sees
Bring peace

Words have the power
Use them freely
Once in a while set yourself free
Many I have known, since ever  
Have chosen the quiet

Locking the fragrance
Flowers wilt
The voice devoid
Locked inside
Into the vast void

Words have the power
Brings in a sense of belonging
Dare to bare, helps to bear
All that is

Tuning into the 90’s
Good old memories
And the sunlight

Messy kitchen
Overworked dishwasher
And the tales

Post the storm
The sunbird feeds
On the nectar sweet

Do’s and don’ts
Followed to the T
Time for a test ride

Circular the wheel
Life is a tease
Moves on and spins

Golden Hearts;
Drowned in the rain of tears.
Both bound by silver chains
and a brass lock.
They await the day
They’ll be unlocked.

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Imagine if we could unlock the
secrets within the dust...
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The fortress is the mind,
The esoteric experience is the key –
Remove the interference, amass the will to break free.
Your body is merely a shell,
A medium in which to dwell.
It is your soul that you must look for,
Stashed away behind that locked door
Which leads to your heart's dancefloor.

You will sift
Through years of conditioned thought -
A painful journey which is, nonetheless, a gift,
One that leads to greatness being wrought.
It doesn’t matter if you’re deeply distraught,
There’s always a source to elicit;
Seek it and relish it,
Speak through it and embellish it,
Be unique and cherish it.

You may find your soul
Hidden beneath a veneer of hate –
Be it reserved for yourself or others,
It is an ugly twist of fate
When the fires of rage outlast logical reasons,
When we unshackle the cage and let out our suppressed demons.
Our connections to each other get severed;
We become nothing more than another failed romance,
Another love-sick storm that has been weathered.
We sob silently because of loneliness,
Succumbing to society, numb and emotionless.

Let go of the poisonous fruit of anger –
Do not dispense vengeance in every sentence.
Do not love others
If you do not fully intend to love yourself first.
We must be an oasis to the nomad,
Quenching each other’s thirst.

Before doing so,
Just make sure you always know:
To fill up another’s cup
One must have a full glass themselves.