Shraddhanand Srivastava

Lying down there in the corner of a deserted cell,
Looks slimy, smells stinky and seems
worse than any conceived hell,
For one as an asylum does it serve,
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The world, the bivouac
for journey the soul sets on
through the conveyance
of mortal body;
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Like the straw we're
moving along the flow of time
unaware of where to stop;
However we do momentarily
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False were the promises,
That the people made;
Their affection, gesture, and
The attachment that they showed;
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Of mind
swiftly shifts from one to another:
the bubbles of thought
merge and emerge;
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Cherished I the image of a Goddess
prior to your anticipated birth,
Few days later, perceiving She Herself
incarnated, I immersed in a deep mirth;
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Lies, lies, lies!
Lies within, lies around
Lies every where
Prevails deep and sound;
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THE CEREBRI RECESS

of the days
just gone by:
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Tha revolver
with a bullet in it to trigger out
whom..?
A son turned blind
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O! Funny fog that
Pervades the sphere
Bedims even the lamp of heaven;
Yes the sun struggle to steer through
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Is the death
cessation of breath,
of the numerous longings,
of the depression and suppression
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The EGO
develops the terms with
the body the soul bears;
The EGO
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'Come and sit by me', said the brook,
'O the noble soul yet ignorant one!
Strayed far away from the inner self
Well engrossed in the world around
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See- saw is the life,
on their respective ends
sitting the glee and woe;
Upgoes the glee
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