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Inner self

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Inner self is the treasure, few have found and rare have used. Rare treasure preserved by the subconscious mind spilling the consciences.The real beauty lies inside us, much more ravishing and much powerful than us. We are so far yet near to our innerself. Let your innerself express you and let it kindle your soul.  Here is the guest collaboration with the Hemalatha G, sharing words on this treasure by means of poetry. Poem by Shilen Patel Her eyes were so deep and her smile was too loud, Like the shining stars with the grazing clouds. The Deeper I got in, the brighter it grew, Was it the thirst of self or I choose to drew. The spilling consciences and the aura of her vibes, It was the fortune with which she was scribed. The eternal silence was divulging the shine, Chaotic, convoluted; though it was mine. I was subconscious and rhyming for herself, She wasn’t there, she was my inner self. Poem by Hemalatha G  We
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The Winter's Moon

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Poem Title: The Winter's Moon My wounds were parched and it was late winter, When the belief in me like the clouds went fainter, It wasn’t the freezing cold anymore, It was just hurt wounds and little sore. The clouds were clear, but there was no moon, I waited whole winter that it will come soon. The wounds were not on the skin it were on the soul,  It wanted the moon that hid behind the knoll. Like every alone wolf; I cried so much, For the love “Moon”, I will never ever touch. A poet will never be satisfied with love unless somebody loves the way he love the moon. Every writer or poet have a very poignant bond with the  moon when it comes to write about it. The moon is far away yet affects deeply. It might reminds the beauty that to be embraced just by never touching it. The moon has its own seasonal moods and winter's moon is just more than a subject to write on it. The alone and dull lonely moon covered by the dusty white clouds with a little twilight
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The gift "Life"

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Article Title : The gift "Life" Our lives are mounted on the blips of the time. It goes on, stops nowhere.  We often find our worries big, but they are mere spots on the canvas of our life, they too fades with time. Entire mankind is bounded in the cycle of nature to nurture ourselves. Life has its own way to teach us. The winds, the clouds don’t just simply stay there, it passes. They are not just the clouds and wind they are a lesson to teach us that everything flows, flatters; the winds, the clouds, the waves, the time and our sorrows too, if we don’t cling to it.  We have been gifted with the perception that made us what we are, that shown us what other can’t, that let us understood what other ignored. The only thing we can payback is the gratitude. The perceptivity matters, we are the product of our own perception. Perceptivity determines the sky and creativity measures the sky. We don’t see the life, we feel it. Life is not the sequences of action; it is t
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The Road taken

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Poem Title: The Road taken I was dwelled in the darkness of shine, Into the woods, under the pine. The Shivering cold and the sun was dull, It was an autumn; The Rise of fall. The Trees around the path which were standing tall, Started losing leaves like every fall. With the fate in hand and beauty of pain, Embracing courage, I took a leap on lane. I moved with the fierce knotted in the tat, Even though the falling leaves quietly hid the path.
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The cursed Book

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Poem: The cursed Book I was an old book among the thousand in her shelf, I was taken out and torn by herself. I was hurt, I was bleed, I was that open book she never need. I had kept the petals for her between the pages, They faded and died, they were alone for the ages. Every page I wrinkled had a story to tell, The book is torn, those pages still yell. With the time, the words will fade, Emotion will be there with darker shade. I will be burned; the pages will turn grey, This won’t be the end of book; the ashes will have a lot to say.
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The Moon full of scars

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Poem: The moon full of scars It was the breezy eve, where the sun gone pale, The billowing wind around told me the tale. The dark tress and yellowish sky were insane, Like the sun set down in the grief and pain. Soon the stars twinkled and cuddled the sky, The moon was shy and I don’t know why. We met in the dark forest of my dreams, We let our silence to cry and scream. We lay free on the grass and counted the stars, I looked at you and you looked at the moon full of scars. Your gentle touches and whispered talks, Your prod nudges and our silent long walks. I never wanted that night to end, Just needed some serenity to spend. The dark clouds covered the stars and sky lane, The moon cried for his love and we called it a rain. It was the last moment together we shared, Thereafter almighty failed to make us paired. Wherever you are lay down on the grass and throw a kiss, I will fall like a star to fulfill your wish. With you by my side, I
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Title: I'm afraid of Light

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Poem: I'm afraid of light The Ever glow you gave made me blight, I searched for the dark, I’m afraid of light. Your shine caged me down in the walls of shadow, Like the dew drops fall off the grass in the meadow. I waited for the dawn to climb up the wall, My tenacity for you every time made me fall. Everything I saw was the paradoxical lane, Travelling on it was only panacea for the pain. I climbed the wall like heave in sight, Again everything I saw the ever glow of your light. You was in bliss, ignorance was raged, And I fell down and again I was caged, Check out "Milk and Honey" The Poetry book among the top 15 of all time.  Click Here
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