When one is a sleep, one never talks
One never hears, and never eats
But, there is world inside one’s being
Which is moving, and going active
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I have feelings of high emotions
Vibrating so deep inside
To share feelings or passions
...
In a world, where Reality is dual
One is clear and so visual
The other is hidden, can not be known
Who can tell, I have lived a life?
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As there is cloud in the sky
One day blue and in another foggy
Who can tell, when there is no sun
There is light or brighter moon
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Feeling so exuberant, for I achieved
Which gives a birth to another end
To start a walk, to have a look
To see myself, where I stopped
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The Sound Of Silence
When one is a sleep, one never talks
One never hears, and never eats
But, there is world inside one’s being
Which is moving, and going active
Sleeping in bed, with no voice
One is going to the whole-place
Shopping, walking and taking a tour
Who is talking without tongue?
Who is hearing without ear?
What a world of mystic life
In such a death, one has life
In passive mood, one is active
In a single room, one crosses the world
In a minute, one sees too many years
Such is silence, which gives a chance
Having a big-world so deep inside
Fixing things—what one missed in real-time
Bringing to an end—what one begins in real-life
Its fine, I think life ls like ur 'one'