The universe pulls the strings
to make unique combinations,
You thought it was an illusion
strange is his way of education.
Thoughts emerge from the depths
across the traversed eternity,
I am not sure about the future
but I trust the divinity.
I see the world in your colour
holding you in my sight,
I hear music all day long
you make my days bright.
Cared about your free will
knowing you may not manifest,
despite the beautiful words
I feel helpless in this test.
Being restricted to my words
or some verses in fact,
to harmonise beats in thy heart
the universe has to act.
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poet feels when universe presents the unique combinations including his lover, he assigns some responsibility to it exasperated by the failure if efforts to impress his lover.
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Comments3
feeling helpless, is natural
but
convincing ourselves
we Are helpless, just
so we can take
that Nihilistic, easy way out
of questing, to make the best
of our lives
is what's, truly
Unforgivable, dear poet
fall, trip, skid, dive
feeling breathless, submerged
and overwhelmed, with it all
that's all: Natural
but
after taking time
to absorb our losses and hurt
be it
one knee, or handhold
at a time
we must, eventually
strive
to look up, at that dawning sky
and find
strength enough, from within
to smile...!
we must , at least try
'onwards'
climb, till our Time is done
and we can rest
devoid of regret!
Fathomlessly deep and absolutely philosophical. sometimes we think we can achieve on our own feel the sense of achievement boosting our ego. Sometimes, we need to transcend that feeling and ask for help and that help from every being in universe just to say our cause is greater than ourselves.
This is how I transcend the ego. I am my ego, the true self and I am not talking about the false ego thinking that I am someone or something else, underinflated or over. When I think of her, I am not I. I am "us". That is the new ego. I see her as complimentary self beyond the limitations of space and time.
beautiful!
I too am a student of humility, dear Poet
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I feel you! Thank you for sharing! You are wonderful!
Thank you ma'am 🌼
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