Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Pamuditha Zen Anjana Poems
Within myself, I feel something stirring... I feel the presence of some anonymity, the work of some unknown force, awakening!
Ordo Ab Chao!
Arise! whilst feeding on the ultimatum, the wrath of the unsatisfied, looking up at what’s not humane through the veils of light, Oh! Let thy kingdom begone! Turn to dust, and then fly off with unresolved fears
Roads and tires faces without traces hundreds of emotions I'm passing in a blur
Have you ever seen a rainbow really up closer to your face yet a bit out of reach and blurred that you cannot easily touch it
I was feeling more than okay until up to that darn day Not even a single grey cloud was blocking my minds way
A Walk To Remember
As I walked on Waiting for the best to happen Whilst my heart was searching I found the light
He was alone, for starters Watching the wandering clouds Embracing the flutter of the breeze Filling the empty spaces in his mind
They do indeed
One day Not sunny, nor gloomy at a dust washed park bench, where I used to meet my shadow, and talk about circles until recently
One Lonely night Under my bed I found a soul rusty and wet
2090 - The Journey of an immortal
Having a third eye in front of your forehead is strictly disturbing! I told him,
Where, it has no end
Once He was good!
Weekly news, spreading egos blasted brains and maniacs polite smiles, awkward eyes disregarding the brave act
I was alone, rusting in heaven... blinded by illusions of love. bound with chains of hope.
Alas! Depression...! It keeps eating
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Within myself, I feel something stirring...
I feel the presence of some anonymity,
the work of some unknown force,
In comparison, I feel I'm still, and still...
like the calm sea before a storm,
like the silenced forest before a predator,
Deep inside, upon my inner eye, flashes...
the darkest and the yet to be discovered,
the hidden and the deepest depths,
In Retrospect, I get a feeling, like...
I'm missing the most important keynotes,
I'm letting all these facts pass me by easily,...