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 waited and waited, so now
It's time to show off the camouflaged beauty!

In this world, where real beauty is diminishing,
Where the lavishing words are vanishing,

The place where the devils are building their tents,
The time which is ready to haunt 
And the mask which we all wear!

Whenever we meet a person, 
We admire their pulchritude!
But is that the true one,

Something we just see with our eyes 
There's something shining inside everyone!

There's something inside brighter than the face!
So now let's show off the camouflaged beauty! 
So now let's unbox our inner self! 

All the time I show one side but hide the other side! 
Not all the time my words will help you discover me, 

But my feelings which I hide will do!
Let's unfold the wings of this inner self,
Which is ready to fly high!

It's time to show off the real you! 
A stalwart dreamer, indefatigable soldier, 
Audacious transformer and a shining soul! 

Everyone is vulnerable to dissentient comments, 
Throwed on our fake face! 
Now it's time to defeat them all with your inner strength!

It's not essential to take your inner self and display!
So let's fly high in this world with the power of inner self and with great aplomb!


Visit and Check out great work of Hemalatha G on her blog: 
                                             http://mindyourfillings.blogspot.in


Background picture is from the movie "Arrival"
                                                                     











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