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The Unknown Known


The Ultimate Mystery was done into history,

The Blue Bird Flies to the Breeze.

One Summer Turned away to fall,

As did the day you missed the call,

For I never made step towards ,

The Wind flying in complete verge.

As the day passed,

I told myself:

Never worry friend,

Let your ego go,

I saw this through your energy flows,

I said that I never betrayed the law.

When the water got wasted by the cloud,

I thought why I never saw the form,

Even though, I was the victim of time,

I laid away myself from extravagant ties,

Cause I fooled me into being a slave,

And the memories never stepping the flow,

I called myself a fool,

And left a floor,

For I knew we all were children astray.

I cried till tears hugged me right away,

Cause the non-stop energy flowing was there with me.

Open your eyes, I said

Get out of that cage, bird !

You knew that you were light!

Have you never thought who we are ?

Did I stay ever close to your mind ?

Caused those blinded guides, no intend to apologize.

Stored the anger, oh it was me !

Got your anxiety right in time.

The shivers I caused in your spine can now all shiver away,

You dependent fool…..

Intuition, proposition needed none.

Every second, every moment, ever present.

Driven all by the crazy forces of nature,

All the aesthetic reserved in the heart.

And the cosmos said:

I am all of you when none, as if none was never ever one.

Hey child, if you can come, the peace you get will not ever hurt you or your peer.

The promise won’t be made,

But the energy will be flowing through you.

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othellogomes

I'm a graduate physics student who's enthusiastically devoted to hobbies like poetry, philosophy, music and story writing. Most of my poems are merely written through whatever comes out of my subconscious mind. Sometimes, they may be conscious thought.

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