Now at 82 I live within my mind,
And in satisfaction and contentment I find,
In reverie nothing to cause me shame,
With no fear of Father Time's little game.
I visited many shores around this world,
Some different and some a Pearl,
Varied people and most a delight,
Yet know not their thoughts when out of sight.
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Are you looking for a life of Peace and Happiness?
Are you looking for a way to Tranquillity and Bliss?
If you just flip your life over from NEP to PEP
You can be sure to achieve this
Who doesn't have sorrow, who doesn't have stress?
Is there anyone who is free from unhappiness?
Anybody born in this world with Ego and Mind
Fear, worry and anger in life, they are sure to find
......
Stop!
Did you call me?
I guess you not!
taking decisions inwardly
did you surmise?
never stake yourself onto it,
I deemed, you will fall steep
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Dark hair
deep eyes.
Like a well I fell into once...
The night sky clear
not a single cloud.
The world lit
just by the moonlight .
Lightning came.
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Through many of the busy hours,
And idle days in peach flowers,
Murmurs of tunes with such powers,
When music sounds vividness blurs.
Often one that keeps repeating,
Touching where my heart is beating,
Like beauty at the first meeting,
Or angel's kiss during sleeping.
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Are you looking for a life of Peace and Happiness?
Are you looking for a way to Tranquillity and Bliss?
If you just flip your life over from NEP to PEP
You can be sure to achieve this
Who doesn't have sorrow, who doesn't have stress?
Is there anyone who is free from unhappiness?
Anybody born in this world with Ego and Mind
Fear, worry and anger in life, they are sure to find
......
I was so stupid, I was a fool
But they didn't teach me this in school
'Stop it, stupid!' had I told myself
My stupidity would have ended with this tool
We all get angry, we all do fear
We are idiots, year after year
How can we stop this misery and pain
How to stop being foolish, again and again
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Something natural
Something true
yet invisible
That’s not you
You were made wonderful but from the dust
You grow weak and your body whither
Yet one thing never dies, it’s only part of you
It yearns for goodness
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In the brain, a Pirate soul
Embarks once,
the Port, implodes–
from shallow
waters
to Black. Threads tangled.
ocean-deep–
crashing Icebergs,
and. A wooden, wrecked
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“The clouds tell us stories,” Baba would say to him
As they sauntered through sunflowers fluttering in the wind
And he’d tilt his little head up and open his eyes wide
To the maestoso of the clouds, and the stories they held within
They spoke to him, and recited tales
Of dragons and giants and fairies and nymphs
Of Achilles and his gold and of Shiva and his bravery
And things were as smooth as the pallu of Ma’s new silk saree until
He started responding only to the misty blobs of ice up in the sky.
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