A Spiritual Poetry

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The life,
The spirit,
The existence,
All is the same.

For both the privileged,
And,
The underprivileged,
Breathe the same.

For both the rich,
And the poor,
Breathe the,
Same air.

So why dissing,
And dissociating,
Ourselves,
From all life.

Why?
We choose,
To,
Discriminate.

All is same,
For one who,
Realizes that,
Spirituality is here.

For those who,
Don’t,
Spirituality,
Is yet to come.


A Haiku

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Everybody wants
To feel alive either by
Pleasures or the pain.


A Poem

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I have not known,
What the first snow,
Looks like,
Or feels like.

I have not known,
What the first ray,
Of Sun can do to,
My slumbering skin.

I have not known,
The taste of,
The first rain,
That comes onto Earth.

I have not known,
The warmth inside,
The cold breeze,
That blows every evening.

I have not known,
The poignancy,
Of the dewdrops,
Falling every morning.

I have not known,
Anything,
Yet everything,
Seems alive.

I have not known,
Living like a lark,
Breathing like,
A life.

I have not known,
Many things,
And may not know,
Them ever.

But that alright,
As long as,
I learn to breathe,
And remember.


A Poetry

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There was a time,
When traveling,
Across distances,
Would take days.

Today it takes,
Hours or maybe,
Minutes,
Still no time.

The perception,
The freedom,
Of having time,
The prison of perfection.

Where has the time,
Why the hands of,
The clocks,
Run so fast now.

I don’t know,
Why,
This,
Has come to pass.

When you are happy,
Time passes like nothing,
When you are sad,
Time slow down.

When you are hustling,
To keep food,
On the plate,
Time rushes by.

From energetic lives,
To wizened visages,
Of the human,
Time runs by.

Time runs by,
The cruelest of,
Masters of,
Human. …


A Spiritual Poetry

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In the heart of the dark,
There lies a tree,
Looked upon by anybody,
Who crosses thy tree.

Beneath its shadows,
The lonely finds his companion,
The fearful its nemesis,
The superstitious his proof.

The tree all innocent,
And benevolent,
Never lifted a branch,
Standing silently.

It is not the universe,
It is not the spirit,
It is the man that changes,
But mistaking change everywhere.

The illusion,
Just like beauty,
Lies in the eyes,
Of the beholder.

You are one,
With the universe,
You don’t have to try,
You just have to realize.

For we are looking,
At a mirror,
Trying to find,
Ourselves.


A Haiku

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You hurry so much,
You have to worry too much,
Are you living much?


A Poem

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There is a mine,
With riches so,
Abundant,
It will shame.

The amount of,
Wealth on this Earth,
It lies in front,
But still hidden.

The amount of,
Greatness,
In the mine,
Is infinite.

But to mine it,
You don’t need,
Any tools,
It’s tricky.

You just have,
To believe,
That the mine,
Gave it to you.

That you already,
Have everything,
You required,
To be happy.

The mine is,
Abundant,
But our thoughts,
Have become redundant.

So let’s change,
Our thoughts again,
Let’s make the mine,
Available to us again.


A Poetry

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Blast off to the Moon,
And look the blue marble,
And then wonder,
What is the meaning?

What is the meaning,
Of this existential angst,
And the worries,
Accompanying.

I wish there were,
Simple answers,
But all simplicity,
Does is disguise complexity.

That is why,
Nature looks,
So simple,
Yet complex.

We think we understand,
Then it gives a new surprise,
You went to see the atom,
And then it gave you quarks.

So maybe the purpose,
Of life is very simple,
But would be,
Completely complex or maybe a mess.

So let’s blast off,
To the Moon,
And wonder together,
What is the meaning of all?


A Haiku

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Fortuity in,
Paths & possibility,
Enjoy both of them.


A Spiritual Poetry

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Do you have faith?
In yourself,
In your existence,
In your possibility.

To be spiritual,
Means to have,
Unwavering,
Unfettered faith.

Faith that can,
Span the seven seas,
And the planets,
And the whole universe.

Faith that encompasses,
Every atom of,
The universe,
Fabricated around us.

When faith conquers,
All unencumbered,
By the doubts of,
Oneself.

The true self,
Shines through,
Oneself,
Filling one with bliss.

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Abhishek Verma

Human Being | Writes about Personal Development | Pens Poetry Posthaste | Subscribe at https://seizetheday.substack.com

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