Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

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We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a mystery, relishing the wicked anticipation and bearing the sense of achievement after the consequence has been revealed.

A nomad is not the lost one; it is you who shelters under the caged roof of familiarity. Why do we fight the hunger of the unknown so valiantly, when it is all we merely seek inside the alleys of our imaginations?
We see the dark behind the light, the grey below the blue yet our search for Pristine white never takes a bow.

Why should we be apologetic for seeking the visions of the beyond, it is after all where we shall be eventually. Oh, the sheer audacity of men for trying to conjure up a world they would like to believe in…SIGH…A DRAMA drenched in COMEDY!!

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Eva Hangma Limbu

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currently embarked on a spiritual journey of soul searching..i dun pray anymore as i've realised GOd is not outside..instead i sit in silience n try 2 reach da Divinity within...
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Such a beautiful piece. Are we, then, doomed to be eternal seekers? Why is it that after finding one, we begin to seek another? This hunger to find ourselves and unravel the mysteries of the world excites the soul and scares the mind in equal measure.

Balveen Cheema

The hunger for more, that is beyond our reach can never die!

ammu sachariah

If we are not seekers, no meaning for our life.


Beautiful…!!! God Bless … do provide us more with your colony of enchanting words…!!!


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