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To Me

On the shore
I'll wait
I'll wait to see you
Rejoiced
Coming back
With the stories
That fuel up your life
Keeps the heart beating
Pounding out the chest
Loud enough to influence others
The other who has become mundane
Mundane with the made-up way of living
Who have forgotten to hear themselves
Who hasn't really known themselves
Let alone their path
The true path
The journey that one needs to embark
To understand the secret of life
Or may feel joyous by the illusion.

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I hope someday I find myself enjoying the tiniest of things, all of the mighty creation. I want to know and understand and feel life around me. I want to bloom with positivity and creativity. Experience things that can't be imagined or captured. But can only be felt. And I want to hold these experiences in me and convey it to the world through art. Be it the art of painting, the art of writing, the art of motion picture or anyway else.

Right now I'm the kind of human who dreams a lot about a lot of things. But little by little I'm tracing a pattern here, in my mind. It is mostly fascinated by the passionate people who are living their life as they desire needless to say the cost they pay to be able to live the dream. Other than this, the marvelous creation that this universe is, doesn't fail to startle me as I try to understand it. Life in itself is such glory and mostly I'm grateful to be one of the Wanderers here. The language I like to network with is through 'words' and 'paint'. Creativity- I feel is a colossal word that I'm trying to define for myself.

I think of myself as a blank canvas with only a few strokes. The piece will only be completed with my last breath until then I shall try to share each successive stroke with a verse maybe.

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