Meandering Mind

Meandering Mind short poem

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A bud, A flower
you are
a closed bud
come bloom into a flower
spread the fragrance
of love
into this scentless
garden of my life!!
from infinity
“i” came
the horizons
of a
womb of love
“I” became
in the golden sands,
at the seashore of life
I searched
for colorful shells
I found
of cracked dreams,
fractured feelings,
fades hues,
on the sands of time..
My Quest
I write poems.
In their words
I express myself!
I pen stories.
In the characters
I portray myself!
yet, within me
is a quest
that seeks
the real
in the eye of the ‘I’
I search for the ‘I’

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When I know ‘that I’
I am nothing
And everything.


Just enjoy the searching for the I comes soon enough.
I enjoyed your poem

ramakrishnan chatakondu


Savi Mani

Wonderful poem, the one who attains “I” attains divinity, superb poem, enjoyed reading it

ammu sachariah

I enjoyed your poem. Search………Search , you can find “I” in you

Geetha Paniker

The journey in the search of ‘I’ is a profound one.


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