Forget the past
Build over the present
Forget what others tell
You can’t waste your limits proving them
Ultimate goal is not to define them or you
But for you to reside at higher pedestal
For you to attain your nirvana
Your peace rests within you
Cherish and don’t let others trample you
And even then if they trample
Don’t value their tramples
Don’t let them create a hype
If somebody tells to work
Don’t be obstinate not to work
But work more
Shine sharper and louder than they think
No marks no remarks define you
They never did
No other soul can understand you
You, my dear your on your way
To make a beautiful fort
Your special
Don’t let others mock you to be a commoner
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Dear Spiller,
Peace rests in us and the ultimate goal is to attain Nirvana. Very Well Said..
Life is a testing ground for us. A Ore of Gold Shines brightly only after its put to flames. So let the flames burn us, to purify us wholly externally and internally. Be a spectator and watch the play of the Almighty !!
One more touching one from you !!!
Thank you so much dear Vamsi
When the world mocks,
a poetry gets formed
When the world questions
The answers come from within
When your alone
Your muse accompanies you
So well said let the ore be put on flames
As they burn, a miraculous sight it is
Purify within and outside like a camphor burning on a platter at side
Very True !! And poetry springs in a silent and in an isolated heart !!
Because great things always happen silently !! 🙂
That’s the power of silence
And that’s what I am practising nowadays
True words spilleronsheet, Nirvana is within us all when we listen to our inner selves.
Andy
Indeed
I am trying to find peace
When it resides inside me
How fool I am
To look elsewhere
powerful! your zeal and belief
in these words you share
just jumps-off the page,
such positive and inspiring themes!
thanks for sharing, dear poet
(but, allow me to indulge
in a little commoner, love
see, I don't think we're all
meant to forge our names
in the annals of humanity
some of us
can find solace, in being
one of the group, a member
that shines, once in a while
just enough
to know, our lives are worthy
of existence's, abundant gifts
without, having to feel
like the sun, rises
just for us...) lol
It’s truly a privilege to live a normal life
But aren’t we living extraordinary managing so many things
We aren’t what we used to be
We aren’t what our forefathers were
At times I wonder we are progressing too hastily
But you rightly spoke
It’s nothing bad to be a commoner
It’s just when ordinary lives are mocked then they shouldn’t be voiceless
Well said and the hardest thing ever is to quietly live inside oneself and not let others too far in to disturb peace of mind -
Yes
Indeed dear Lorna that’s exactly what I mean
Let nobody disturb the peace within
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