felix lama Poems

The urge to own words

Blank in thoughts
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The path is so clear now
Walking towards the eternal has never been so easy
The attainment of dervish hood is not the destination
Neither the mesemerising songs of soul
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from the eternal sleep to the unknown dimension
goes my soul on and on
with the white lillies in her hand
tears red, my white tomb
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can hear those footsteps
its sounds like that of a monster
but they call it the development monster and they do love it:
they have tamed it,
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My Dreams were not that bad
Birth, death and rebirth..
In between the colorful life
How would i confine my dreams?
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She doesn't like my poems
Neither do I
I write to express
Never burying those feelings.
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Desire for detachment!
Yearning for liberation!
are they anyway better than attachment?
or like thoughts of a revolution.
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The call was evident, but unexpected….
Dreams may remain unfulfilled but life always calls
So do cities, Kolkata calling…………………………….
The gullies, park street, coffee house and the
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She replied with a hmm..
For every message, every word i spoke
She was irritated and thus came the hmm..
Little did i realize that
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It was a warm sunday.........
no church bells ringing!
the feeling of a life time..... 'i am in love with u'
never ever want to part u.....
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