O Traveler Of Life

A traveler…


DAY 54

Beast at work
Artist at heart
Feast at gut
Twist at wit
Tempest at wrath
Merit at acts
Altruiste in secret, at crux

O traveler of life
Sweeten in nectar 
With your substance of all
Gist of life.. you are

Where you started
Where you are going
So shall you reach

In instants
Which you are

From heart, at heart
Love, thy truth
Thou shall know
That I know… 

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DAY 53


It is


Which we tend to forget

We’re busy

Looking for what it is, searching for who we are

It’s here

It’s now

Now is heavenly

I do not deny

For many, it does not seem so, I can relate

Nevertheless, here can be heavenly, it’s in our hands, minds and hearts

We can change this fate

With a stroke of courage

It’s here

It’s now

Let’s remember

The wings are constantly unfolding

We’re living the magic

Realize it

In darkness and in light

Let’s be together


When we realize

We’re this forever

In the definable

We lighten and enlighten

The wings in motion, in stillness, in dusts, in clarity, knows

We taste not the sweetness

We are the sweetness

The buds, known to it

Now, it’s our very essence

We are the magic itself

The essence 

It’s your faithful companion

Our substance is of…

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The light of darkness…


DAY 52

Twinkle twinkle

I see you shine

Twinkling bright

You are known 

To my eyes

In an unknown space

Could you get here? 

Fanciful thoughts

In the light of darkness

You shine 

In the darkness around you

You remain in your motion

With your emotions

Unwilling to express 

Your notions

Despite my patient expressions

You exist

In a matter of darkness

That you wish to ignore

Instead of facing it

It is not going to burn you 

To Ash 

Dare explore it with your light 

I see rain 

Substance of ashes raining around

Off you dissolve in your own, on your own and with air

The rain on my substance

Fires my hope

You are soon gone 

With your will

You see

This darkness

It is it which lets you express your shine

With your heart.. 

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DAY 51

When the rays disperse within my human form

My nakedness is revealed

Every step I walk is align to it

In parallel

I try to touch it

It touches me back

I try to absorb its substance within my prints

It allows me to dance in sync with it

Everywhere I go, it goes with my steps

Sometimes, it gives the illusion of being there forever

And suddenly when the lights go, it disappears

Like the feel of unfulfilled promises lovers make to one another

We feel saddened at its disappearance

With every little lights, the dreams are woven again and again

The truth of its nature remains

We are never going to substantiate our companionship, because its substance is illusory

I wonder if I am the same to it

Life long companions, we remain

With an unraveling sense, we stand in parallel, if not by one another

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Sows good, reaps good……


DAY 49

Someone who sows good, reaps good.

You did.

Why the complexities?

Who are you fearing?

There are others directing on your field…it seems.

If not, help me know you.

Stand for love.

Love does not make one go against.

Love embraces and enlightens.

Fear not the challenges.

They are there, helping the roots to grow.

For strength.

You are the warrior to choose your steps, with courage.

You said, I am your fear.

Holding your steps.

Am I?

You are a wonderful being.

Paving your path full of wonder.

After having sowed sweetness within.

Yonder, you stand.

Yet, you remain here.

Inclusive of me, of my every cells.

You, unknown of the truth.

The insights are your sowing.

Our greatest success ever.

The persons we are today and tomorrow.

And the seed of my love for you, for life…

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My Dearest


DAY 48

These are my words for you. You know who you are.

But do you know who you really are?

I know who you are.

Will it be late when you’ll come?

Will it be late when you will realize who you are for me?

Will you ever come?

The loving friendship bonds.

A diary reflecting the divinity of the innocence.

The shoe paves its way like the Crocs.

You have no idea where I am, where I have come.

With my Crocshoe.

My most precious gift being You, our love.

Do you still remember US?

Neither do I know where you are.

They say I’m holding on to what does not exist.

They say to love with a distance in the here and now. Or they say it may not be love in liberation.

Otherwise, it is signing for destruction, they say.

They are trying to help.


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