If life is so wise!
Why couldn't it teach yet
Or if being so dumb
It awaits for me since forever
To grow up more
Crests and troughs
Uncounted yet insurmountable
Still busy in learning this balancing act
Once a seeker
Is always seeker
Wandering if I could change its course
Yet quite comfortable
Being a wandering soul!!
Category: Daily Blogs
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Who is wise!!
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Journey is what matters
Awaiting for an end
In my search of an end
Somehow i begin
To end the search
Of finding an end
With a sensible enlightenment
And a journey begins
Where journey is all that matters
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And end to Start
As this journey nears to its end
I just feel an urge to reflect
Years passed since its advent
Impressions of experiences
Overwhelm me now and then
A gaze so often
Take me back strongly to gone times
Sailing through ebbs and flows
Recurrent high tides
Somehow spiked adrenaline so high
After effects or transformation
Somehow it grew into a habit
Well it might be closing down
But that's how a new journey begins
And till the time life is on
Life shouldn't stop spinning,,,
-Sanjay Ranout
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DIY
In the search of unknown
I got stuck with unknown
I request it to unveil
It requests me
You have to do it yourself
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Lost soul
A lost soul
Abandoned by life
Turned aghost
Wandering emotionless
Transforming into callous being
Trying to stay invisible
Yet Irony!
Coulnot hide from self
And all its intricacies,,,
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Wandering
In the quest of stability
I invited enough chaos
Towards every effort of peace
I ended up in turmoil
If its design of my life
Or my perspective
Still Its the way of my life
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Aisle of Thinkers
In the street of wise
I sat in a darkened corner
To be at aisle of thinkers
Away from all those twinkles
Where wisdom is subjective
Doldrums and ecstacy
Ebbs and flow along
In those tides of shallows
We have nothing to mellow
We exist in depths
In darkness
Our thoughts are the light
And Acceptance of wide scale vibrations
Ensue colors that enlighten us
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It doesn’t matter
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
A life and so many days
I would reckon didnot go my way
Whether i think to re-live
Or just try to ignore the thought about them
Its not coming back
And now that doesnot make me sad
It happened
As it has to happen
It threw misreies
And sometimes joy
It did
Whatever it meant to do at my behest
Whether it stings or seduce
Stil those Days
Can't be deduced
To object
To reject
The purpose
They were meant to
To be like that
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Thinking about Thoughts
Every night
At about midnight
I think of every thought
Overpowered my day through out
Plunging in to get insight
What was all this about
And then i realise
I was doing same
"Thinking about
What i was
Thinking"
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A choice to make
A heart to pacify
When life is in awry
Shouting voices
Hammering taunts
And amid all this chaos
Closing on all this internal battle
A mind is just trying
To restore its peace.....
What lies beneath our thoughts! 