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Day 307 in 2017

Think anyone can see through your inner being?

With a bare visage,

Under the light – sans any cage?

The eyes are the most revealing,

How the ocean within are calmed down,

As your coming journey is at the dawn.


Day 306 in 2017

Blurry lights are absurd,

Just like your heart,

Dunno what you are picturing,

With those blurry feelings.

Day 304 in 2017

Waking up not liking yourself,

You climb up the rest of the day into a dark sky;

A labor in vain for a pitiful self,

Spending the day in silent cry.

(Delayed) Day 293 in 2017

To commune is wise,

As one can never live alone,

Though one is standing alone,

One needs to take and give the vibe.

(Delayed) Day 288 in 2017

Dreaming of walking on the clouds,

Overpassing reality,

On the way towards the next reality,

Under the blue sky – on top of the steps, standing proud.

(Delayed) Day 283 in 2017

Inadequate feeling creeps in,

As one lacks of light;

Unable to find the insight,

Of the indispensable course one is on.

(Delayed) Day 274 in 2017

Sitting quietly in the corner,

Silently converse with the self,

At the edge of losing the passion burner,

One questions the accountability of self.

(Delayed) Day 269 in 2017

What fill in my Monday head,

Are more crowded than the zillions of cells,

Striving for life in spite of being afraid,

That among all that I love and do, I can’t excell.

(Delayed) Day 260 in 2017

Faithfulness glows in the caliginous invisibility.

It is seen among the unseen,

And felt when overcoming insecurity.

It’s about modesty, not how to win.

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