Happiness, joys, and serenity

Joys of celebration ringing on your ear
Smiling and happy people in every rear
What was missing?
Happiness, joys, and serenity
Dancing in the floor with crowd
Music and celebration so loud
Mideast of all I was dancing for formality
I was wandering far from the reality
I am dancing with the whole world
Yet a shivering and lonely feeling of cold
Fast and speedy has this dance become
But pain increasing inside me that I have to overcome
Enjoyed by others this mutual touch of dance
I alone feeling like its dance to call the menace

The touch that will end soon
Feeling will be with moon
Said that everyone will be here

End of happiness
And that will show true and fare
Dance will become a march of dead
And soon no one will even share one crumb of bread
Evil that resides in us as selfishness and greed
Will take over the happiness and will breed

No more dance and mutual touch of attachment
Killing and betrayal will be final and detachment

Soon I will be dancing again
In the pool of vengeance and blood
Question same thing that was here before as a flood
What was missing?
Happiness, joys and serenity

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Nature and Freedom

Life is short and it’s hard to conquer You wander between the wood Thinking about the swirling feather in the wind Leaves that are falling are the memories of tree It helps then to grow taller and wiser So are the gone years of our life There is no new way to life then you see Success is only measured when you have set the goals Be free and live without failure of life Be the feather in wind Be the tree that grows more leaves Be the mountain that stands tall no matter who climbs it Be the river that reaches the ocean no matter how many rocks it has to collide with Be the sun and stars of your life because they never set for themselves Do not wait for the others to be the star or the moon There is light in you and amplify it and lead your way

IDENTITY

Walking for the decades and miles Dead weight and worthless as flies Bound to end and suffer while alive Selfishness and materialistic is the drive I see you all and for what you are Immoral and vanity is your layer Above all else you think you lay One fall, and You break like all other pot clay Righteousness is your outer face When rubbed hard, Will reveal your monstrous menace Showing the fake identity is your play That is only the means to truth’s delay In the end, It will always be the reality that will prevail Fake faces and layers will be the first to fail

Innate Wanderer

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