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Slight

June 21, 2010
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a doubt,
raises a swarms of thoughts,
futuristic – unwise, haunting,black and heated,
Like a dense forest  fire ball,
Drumming in – the no-mans-land inside,
Burning, hungry for more
– it’s thrives like weeds in my existence.

But then I,
Cross over the bridge of thoughts,
And let myself, face the reality,
Of my breath – sweeter than the imaginary demons,

i remember,
truth is not to be searched.
it’s all darkness , when I peep in.
it has to take birth.within,
for life to take a fresh beginning. with hope, with determination.


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  1. June 21, 2010 8:14 pm

    Excellent characterization of effects of ‘doubt’ upon us…so well said.

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