I live
But I dont know -
the art of living.
I just want to learn this.
Hope it doesn't happens that -
water bearing clouds,
returns, without raining.
vanishing into the horizon.
Turn into mirage.
Making me -
Hateful of myself !
Seeds of possiblity...
are waiting -
They want to sprout.
They want to,
grow and bear flowers.
They want to -
fight against all
sadness.......odds.
So' that something happens,
And life turns -
Into a way of living.
Darkness vanishes and
everything fills with light.
walls crumbles,
into thousand pieces.
Chains braek....
and wings grows
And I fly....
into you.....
and cover whole cosmos.
This vast sky,
becomes my home
Humanity becomes my family.
Everywhere love flows...
and happiness rains.
poorness of heart,
and poverty of soul
ends.....
Life turns into a celebration
Even...
death becomes a festival.
Every garden...
blooms with flowers
Life smiles and
perfume of silence
spreads everywhere...
Chaitnyananad............30/07/01
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