Paths Of Inspiration And Guidance

   
What am I...  
Who am I...    
Why would I myself wonder and ask  
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me  
The one in the mirror gazing at me  
That one in complexions    
Resembling me  
In reflections    
You have to see me    
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When asked to myself present    
Waiting and pondering to no end  
How would I myself define  
Is it what I do occupy  
And my worth certify  
Would that just be fine  
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions    
that feed what I see and envision    
Consider the worlds that to me belong    
The wonders nurturing me for long  
The words that compose my song  
The pen that conceives my poetry    
And tells a huge part of my stories  
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From so young of age  
I learnt to be sage    
Swallow my rage    
And just turn the page..  
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From my youth  
I thought there was only one truth    
And Humanity followed just one sooth!  
Nostalgia for a misspent youth?!!  
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From an early time  
When the soul was in its prime  
Smitten with the word and its rhyme    
And so happy and thrilled still I’m    
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From early years  
I learnt to venerate the words  
Probing their dimensions, their worlds  
One of the so eager nerds!  
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I saw many a world in hidden nooks    
While turning the pages of books    
Drinking from wells, from brooks  
Satiating a hunger from its roots  
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Need I to know me say that much  
When my core you can feel and touch    
Needless to define me as such  
How can with inner growth keep in touch    
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I did leave a world am built from its essence    
I left its walls and what was of hindrance    
Seeking other paths of inspiration and guidance    
Still holding in my heart Love and reverence    
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Above occupation and vocation is my world of poetry    
A bond of a very rich and subtle alchemy    
A wide world of sovereign remedy    
A genuine voice of mystery and beauty.