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All The Secret Personas
To where are your secret prowess strolling?
Who are you hiding in the pouches, folds and creases?
Ain’t someone struggling to be set free, from the notions you fed it?
A gash from holding the belted throat of mixed personas..
Yet crying happy tears to at last choose to be.. or not to be..
The secret power of choice, to let go or hold on whenever one chooses to..
Who is trying to find the harbinger of destiny?
Trying to part the blinds and look ahead,
Stroking colors of different minds into a multitude of frequencies…
Hoping to frame and catch the future and time, running ahead to tap on their shoulder..
Who is trying to trick the other to jump out naked? Walk right into room of eyes..
Stripped of all the sense of self, ideas of being different, of being the same, or being sane..
Clinging onto hinges of doors and windows, neither leaving, nor staying put,
But simply watching the fading silhouettes…
Which of your holy demons hold you down?
But you see, demons need to rest and clamber out to see the light of the day..
They simply want to clip off their talons and rise above the sea..
Voyage on the sails of wind, floating in the breeze..
And dip into the scent of ocean, oh what glorious sights to see..
Feel the sunrise, sing the silence of the sun set and gape at the dragons flying home…
What unfurls the curtains of silence on your soul?
Who’s music do you play to find the strength to see the truth in your eyes?
Who sings to bring you back to your own self?
Your beliefs, your crumbs of broken thoughts.. Who reminds you of your minds?
The voice of self is a beautiful symphony, strumming the breath, an architect of the many
minds and beings in you..
Who shows you the honest reflection of the home you have built?
Who is the mirror? Is it you or is it another?
Is it a song or is it that piece of cloth hanging at the back of your closet?
Are they words of your mother? Are they words of your father?
Are they the songs from your lover?
Does music set you free, like it does me?
There ain’t anything small about loving and hating.. There ain’t any crime in falling and rising..
Kindly gather your smiles and your tears in a wholesome cup of soulfulness..
There ain’t anything folly in dividing wholes and splurging your being as you desire..
People are in you, their hearts make you a being..a very plain human..
The demons make you complete, and the personas are winds in your sails..
A saxophone of life that is and will be beats in you… and is music your heart shall make..