Dreams roll on, on the canvas of life
words fall off,like gentle streams on heart
longingness paints hues on ’em
they call it zindagani*, its only name
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The sea speaks to me in its silence profound
in the words of the lonely winds and howling waves
whispering against my face,caressing with its silken touch
a window it left ajar in the home of my mind
“You remind me of myself”, it whispered
“you are deep… deep, blue and lonely”
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* it is the Urdu/ Hindi poetic word which means “celebration of life”
The Soul and The Witness 