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Anaira’s Musings !!

-- Primal Desire --

What about the primal desire of which we seldom speak,
Found among kings and queens, paupers and the meek.
A powerful urge within us that the body secretly craves,
An oceanic impulse that surges onward with tidal waves.

The oft-busy mind caught in a net with such singular focus,
Thinking of nothing else, as if driven by a swarm of locus.
The body at the mercy to the insistence of this primal urge,
The blood a flooded river to relentlessly in the veins surge.

A random meeting, a secret encounter, somehow life arranges,
A moment of utter intimacy found in the company of strangers.
To sit right on a barstool with seeking eyes ever on the prowl,
To find someone, anyone, give voice to the primal urge to howl.

Oh, for the days of innocence before pre-adolescent puberty,
When daylight filled our lives with its sweet, guileless virginity.
Eventually, the naked drive channeled into the desire for love,
To find true love, to be one with another, as a hand in a glove.

To shower the beloved with kisses, to anoint with love and bless,
Blinded by the lover, to whisper sweet nothings, the body to caress.
When finished, left alone again, as a wrung dishrag left behind,
The body wonders what happened within the labyrinth of the mind.

The unification of body and soul in a manner without measure,
To unveil the mystery of desire and love found in a cave as treasure.
Afterwards, with breath and heartbeat normal, a sense of release,
The body gives up its ghost to the spirit in an act of profound peace.

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-- Nothing I Love More --

Nothing I love more
than an eternal mystery,
Set out in plain language
for everyone to see.
Who wonders not at the
intrigue of a stranger,
An unknown person
offers an element of danger.
A question of life’s purpose
with no clear answer,
We stalk our way through
life as a night panther.
We wonder how and why
the universe was born,
How the continuum of time
out of eternity torn.
And what of eternity itself,
the notion of forever,
Are we to have
this one little life, eternity never.
Enough perhaps to know
these mysteries exist,
The questioning mind probes
and will ever persist.
Happy days when
there is still something to know,
Sad would be days
with nothing more still to know.
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-the knowing-​

My soul knows yours
not because
We have shared this journey before
but because
we began together...

in the spark of creation
we were flung far apart
across galaxies, time, space and lifetimes
but finally,
ah finally my love;

We have almost completed tuning our instruments
which is a wondrous thing
for the universal orchestra
has finished warming up;
the overture is beginning,
the curtain is rising
on the grandest of all dances...

So we remain entwined
in the divine return
of the infinite spark
of creation;
together...

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“This Madness I Own”​

Oh, this madness that is me
My blood-filled eyes to those I see
I gathered up the ones who filled me with hate
I stripped them of their souls and hung them at the gate
I destroyed any love that was left in my heart
The tears that I’ve cried have torn me apart
She never understood my love reasons for goodbyes
Leaving her broken with only questions of why
I’m leaving the horizon behind to bury the sun
But the darkness is wary of the new life I’ve begun
So, my insanity just smiled at my want to bleed
The darkness seemed scared of my knife and a need
A sanities attitude that I once kept inside
Gave me a broken mind of hope with smiles that has lied
I once told time to a silent echo’s reflection
Then I cut out its eyes for its lack of perfection
So goes the privilege of the rich bird's tongue
For only Illusions are flawless and the tainted are hung
This madness I own collects the pennies from dead eyes
Then I built a mausoleum for all the screams and the cries
I rebuilt the night to entertain pieces broke
All those souls I’ve collected only silence they spoke
I am the want in a moment when the hallucinations speak
While eating the pieces broken, soaking in their madness unique
Walking through my darkness with these illusions I feel
I put all this inside my mind, for that’s where I keep what’s real
For those that I meet in my delusional mind of thought
Beware of my reasoning as all life I just bought
I am madness throughout time and rhyme of every night
On this side of lunacy is always a pallbearer's delight
So once again I watch my reality giving birth to a new breath
Then a moment of sanity when there’s a smile from death.
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-note to my inner child-​

My precious child, you are so beautiful,
So intelligent and bright;
It breaks my heart to hear you,
weeping alone in your room each night.

Each morning when you arise,
You have a smile upon your face;
Somehow during the course of your day,
That joy, it gets erased.

You try so hard everyday,
To go out spread your light;
Always returning discouraged,
From the never ending fight.

The burden is heavy,
For one who is so young;
It’s preparing you for this journey,
On which you’ve only begun.

If I could I would sit there,
With you each and every night;
Hug you in my arms and tell you,
It all comes out right.

You are perfect,
You are enough;
This time of change,
It is pretty rough.

You’re learning so much,
While you’re forged in this fire;
Just let these challenges fuel you,
and you’ll burn even brighter.

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-- Dreams Have No Shame --

Dreams have no shame,
Nothing happens as true.
Do things with no blame,
As though we never knew.

Dreams have no time,
No minutes, no hours.
Even seconds not mine,
Only a sense of powers.

Dreams have no reality,
Nothing happens as real.
What happens a mystery,
As if emotions to steal.

Dreams no sense of wrong,
We take no responsibility.
Dreams sing their own song,
Mind with no accountability.

Dreams feel as adventure,
The astral soul in flight.
Journey with no censure,
Roaming freely the night.

Dreams are transitory,
Like elephants passing through.
They arrive in all their glory,
Then disappear as wind blew.

Dreams are but brief,
A time frame all their own.
Lost, searching, finding relief,
Of shadows and light sewn.

Dreams occupy our slumber,
Fill the emptiness of the night.
Without a fixed number,
Cold hearts, blinding sight.

Dreams bid us hello,
They greet us unaware.
Dreams bid us good night,
Then disappear into thin air.
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-- What is the Good of Seeing --

What is the good of seeing,
If in seeing we are but blind?
What is the good of compassion,
If we are thoughtless and unkind?

What is the good of being blind,
If being blind we nothing innerly see?
What is the good of being kind,
If our compassion eager to flee?

What is the good of knowing,
If we act not upon what we know?
What is the good of unknowing,
If we make no effort to grow?

What is the good of suffering,
If it offers no clear insight?
What is the good of misery,
If its shadow offers no clear light?

What is the good of happiness,
If we know nothing of despair?
What is the good of peacefulness,
If we never venture into prayer?

What is the good of patience,
If we are never willing to wait?
What is the good of impatience,
If left standing alone at the gate?

What is the good of love,
If there be no true fidelity?
What is the good of life,
If it contains no mystery?

What is the good of the mind,
If we follow not clear reason?
What is the good of our trust,
If we succumb to acts of treason?

What is the good of living,
If we think we will never die?
What is the good of giving,
If we on the gifts of others rely?

Beware in dealing with the good of things,
Lest we betray the essence that goodness brings.

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-- Needing Forgiveness --

I know what it’s like being in need of forgiveness.
Who claims freedom of the ways we transgress?
There, in our nature, selfishness and meanness,
Wrong impulses, followed by a need to confess.

When we do a thing wrong, left behind the guilt.
The choice always ours to do something other.
Yet we sink to the bottom amid the river’s silt,
Tempted into the wrong decision, then another.

We think we can do wrong and not be affected.
We go on our merry way as if nothing happened.
We can do no wrong in life; we are still protected.
Yet on the ghost of our deeds we never reckoned.

The evil act forgotten, the memory remembered,
Haunted by dreams that linger when we awaken.
Even our good intentions now feel dismembered,
To escape our bad behavior, escape being forsaken.

Finally set free of a burden one can no longer bear.
The weight of a burden lifted, without feeling remiss.
Forgive me my wrongs, repentance my fervent prayer,
An entreaty only realized thru an act of forgiveness.

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-- We Build Cages --

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we build cages
then find ourselves
trapped behind
closed doors
locked within

through the bars
of a small window
a tempting vision
the sun ;pw
the moon high
the heavens without limits

we forge a key
to unlock the cage
and set free
the lost
bewildered
regretful
hopeful
prisoner

looking back
an open door
a pale thin smile
here to the horizon
the multitude make cages
only locksmiths make keys
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-- The Blank Page --

The emptiness of a blank page
Patiently waiting to be filled
A bet with oneself waged
Can this restless heart be stilled

A poem about to come alive
As an old man sits in an armchair
Into fathomless depths to dive
Lost in the sanctity of a prayer

Random thoughts in a maze
Seeking their proper conduit
Into one’s tender heart to gaze
To witness the burn of sunset

Who can fathom true intention
As we seek, ever hoping to find
In the broad expanse of imagination
A few thoughtful words kind

Word by word scribbled down
Upon the blank page laid bare
Newly born with fuzzy down
Not an excess word to spare

A whimper, groan, smile, frown
Offered to the reader as gift
Burnt offerings with little renown
Only the lonely heart to uplift
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- - You’re my IT —

In the tapestry of life,
a love so divine,
Selfless and pure,
beyond tangible line.
Not bound by possessions
or worldly gain,
It thrives in the heart,
where true treasures remain.

It's the gentle touch
of a caring hand,
The warmth of a smile
in a distant land.
It's the silent support
in times of need,
A bond unbroken by
distance or creed.

It's the sacrifice made
without a second thought,
The comfort given
when battles are fought.
It's the quiet presence
in moments of despair,
A beacon of hope,
showing that someone cares.

It's the laughter shared
in moments of joy,
The strength found in each other, nothing can destroy.
It's the love that gives
without asking for return,
A flame that forever
in our hearts will burn.

For selfless love transcends
the material plane,
It's a gift from the heart
that will always remain.
Beyond tangibles,
it's a bond that will endure,
A testament to the human spirit, pure and sure.

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Jasper said:
यदि वह जीवन या किसी चीज़ में व्यस्त है तो किसी को इसे जीवित रखना होगा
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अवश्य मित्र!
नि:संदेह यह जीवित रहेगा।
यथासंभव प्रयास रहेगा कि कोई रुकावट न आए।
 
Jasper said:
यह अच्छा है। इसे जारी रखो
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धन्यवाद!
आपके प्रोत्साहन के लिए।

हिंदी में कोई वार्तालाप हमसे करता है तो हमें अत्यंत खुशी का अनुभव होता है।

हम प्रफुल्लित हो उठते हैं।
 
Rockzz said:
धन्यवाद!
आपके प्रोत्साहन के लिए।

हिंदी में कोई वार्तालाप हमसे करता है तो हमें अत्यंत खुशी का अनुभव होता है।

हम प्रफुल्लित हो उठते हैं।
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तब मुझे बातचीत करके ख़ुशी होती है। आपका स्वागत है दोस्त
 
Jasper said:
तब मुझे बातचीत करके ख़ुशी होती है। आपका स्वागत है दोस्त
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आप काफी प्रतिभाशाली व्यक्ति प्रतीत होते हैं।
क्योंकि अपने भाषाओं का ज्ञान होना गर्व की बात है।
हिंदी, आंग्ल भाषा, तमिल ये तीन तो आपको आती है ये हमें पता है।
और कौन कौन सी भाषाओं का ज्ञान है आपको?

हमने कोशिश की थी तमिल और बांग्ला भाषा सीखने की लेकिन हम ठहरे मृदुभाषी इसीलिए सीख नहीं पाए।

हां लेकिन हमें हिंदी, संस्कृत और आंग्ल भाषा का ज्ञान जरूर है।
 
Rockzz said:
आप काफी प्रतिभाशाली व्यक्ति प्रतीत होते हैं।
क्योंकि अपने भाषाओं का ज्ञान होना गर्व की बात है।
हिंदी, आंग्ल भाषा, तमिल ये तीन तो आपको आती है ये हमें पता है।
और कौन कौन सी भाषाओं का ज्ञान है आपको?

हमने कोशिश की थी तमिल और बांग्ला भाषा सीखने की लेकिन हम ठहरे मृदुभाषी इसीलिए सीख नहीं पाए।

हां लेकिन हमें हिंदी, संस्कृत और आंग्ल भाषा का ज्ञान जरूर है।
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धन्यवाद। मुझसे कहीं अधिक प्रतिभाशाली लोग हैं। मैं बस विनम्र रहना चाहता हूं और अपना जीवन शांति और खुशी से जीना चाहता हूं। मैं अब तक तमिल, तेलुगु, मलयालम, हिंदी, कन्नड़ और जर्मन जानता हूं
 
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