I AM
I am that I am
SourceLight within my Innermost Heart
unique fractal of Divinity
ever evolving spiralling ascending
deathless ageless
is my Soul
I am that I am
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Four shadows on a Liverpool street,
not yet legends,
just boys with callused fingers
and hearts tuned to something
the world hadn't heard yet.
A chord struck,
and the silence of the age shattered.
Not with noise,
but with a new kind of light.
......
Once, I peeped into the alley of human mind;
Searching for a soul with whom I could bind,
Only to find none of my kind!!
I cursed my vision for being so weak;
Not a single company could I seek;
Did it mean, I was a freak??
Stuck in the vortex of mental trauma,
Loneliness in life appeared no less than a stigma.
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I come in peace
I come to write
I come to create
I come to make
I come to find
I come to discover
I come to enjoy
I come to flow
I come to burn
To burn in passion
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Reminiscing in a corner of room so dark,
And heart being ripped into particles of quark,
The pangs of guilt left an indelible mark!!
Betrayed by a soul in the midst of storm,
Meaning of trust underwent a rapid transform.
Somehow, he wiped off tears to assume a dauntless form!!
He lamented and mocked himself for being a fool,
As the path so taken was not that cool.
......
Four shadows on a Liverpool street,
not yet legends,
just boys with callused fingers
and hearts tuned to something
the world hadn't heard yet.
A chord struck,
and the silence of the age shattered.
Not with noise,
but with a new kind of light.
......
A small room in Saumur
where fabric was scarce
but imagination never was.
She cut away the excess
untied the corset's grip
and gave women space to breathe.
Black became elegance
simplicity, a revolution.
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René Descartes sat alone,
not in exile,
but in pursuit.
The world waged war outside,
but he turned inward-
into the silence where thought
is louder than cannon fire.
He doubted the ground beneath him,
......
A quiet man walks the same path each day,
his steps as measured
as his mind.
In a small Prussian town,
he maps the limits
of what we can know.
Not with telescopes,
but with thought.
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In the narrow alleys of Calcutta,
where sorrow clung to walls like dust,
she walked without fear-
not above suffering,
but within it.
Her hands,
small and weathered,
carried the weight
of other people's pain
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