Often a thought
passes my mind
What if this existence
is not real?
This body, this breath
and touch is nothing
but what I see in a dream.
And I will wake up
Somewhere as oblivious
as I am now of
where I am sleeping.
A rich man waking up poor
And the poor will be rich.
Some will thank for
The dream is over
While others will cry
for their dream is wasted
in chasing a mirage.
Inspired by Rumi’s Masnawi , was reading his famous quote while this poem happened in my mind .
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
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So profound, so deep.
I am proud that , I could relate.
Beautiful write.
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Thank you so much 🙂 It is great feeling when someone you read from regularly can relate to your post. I write to express but feeling of being understood is peaceful.Stay in Peace 🙂
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You’re are awesome writer and peace loving soul. All the very best to you as blogger and life ahead.
Keep sharing. Keep writing.
Happy blogging. Yes we all wanted to be expressed, heard and understood.
Appreciation and acknowledgement really a reward for us.
😊😊😊
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Wow. That quote hits real hard !
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Yez Zee 🙂 it hits hard and stays there for a long time.
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It does it does….
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Sanaaa! 😀
I’m reading your blog after so long!
Also wow… I never read that quote before, but it’s quite a beautiful one… And so’s your poem… I’d almost forgotten that you had started doing poetry as well….
I hope you still do your comics… 😛
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Hibaaa..how r u ? Missed u girl..thanks a lot ! Ys I do poetry sometimes 😉 .. my bitstrips characters are gone n my account history too.bitstrips is no longer accessible through fb n they changed their properties. 😩😩..have to find something else now..
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I’m amazing!
In fact there’s this one thing I’m really looking forward to but it’s not done yet… I’m mostly in the excitedly anticipating and praying phase of it. Lol, I’ll tell you once it’s done…
I’ve been good though. Alhamdulillah.
And oh, well the bitstrips not being available and having changed is sad… I don’t know much about such apps, but I hope you find another one soon 🙂
How’re you though??
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Frozen bodies,countless fragments.
But I want Whole.
Spirit…… stone and flesh,
Throb and quiet saving.
Can be and can not be.
Can they be or may be
I.
You can be
YOU?
Hierarchical games
on mats or on shoulders…
Marble block white with reliefs;
Latent that close or explodes
and exalts always.
Search continues form,
Understanding rapport between full and empty.
Completion.
What is the limit
in which “YOU” tend to “I”nfinity?
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Beautiful poem it is !! says a lot ! we can only wonder how infinite can be that infinity and when you can you be complete ; we can be empty yet full ,a full but empty . there are much more than one dimension to inner realms of human being .
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and I was reading your intriguing poem while enjoying my self made walnut toffe and this happened :))
Happy Independence Day and God bless you …
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Happy Independence Day and God Bless you too.. Is it a coincidence that you are having something great while reading my posts 😀 ??
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Haha, actually it is good to enjoy something good with the all other divine things and walnut toffe is one of those thing 😉
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I love your poem and the quote!
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thanks Janice 🙂
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