One day you will meet
yourself, when a tree walks with you
to remember the cuttlefish.
Sepia had jettisoned
the ink in your eyes. Why you will
swallow the pain to act impossible?
Nothing works to collect
the feathers at shores,when waves
stop coming at night.
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satishverma (
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I want to meet myself..
🫂
directionless we may find ourselves
momentarily
now and then, but pathless
is a state we can never be
whilst we yet: draw breath...
for even in our mind's
this life we traverse, is endless
in its variety and scope;
its only ourselves, that limit
our possibilities horizon's
by squinting needlessly
instead of trusting, in our ability...
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