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Merry Christmas!! A poem on Christmas for Christmas 2024

The Closure of the Claus(e)

Jingle bells Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Santa's coming to town
Only to tell you
Live it up, you clown
Jingle Bells Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
He's telling you
Stop feeding off the buzz words
The pressure to slay
The need to play
He's coming for one last time
With no gift this time
For his biggest gift to you is the truth
The truth that he is wholly made up
By imaginations that feed on inadequecy
He's here to tell you
You are the universal gift
You don't need to wait on his goodies
For you are an entity
You are the epitome of plenty
He's here minus Rudolf
The sleigh, the reindeer
To remind you of what's truly dear
He's here to tell you
You're the ultimate santa
Life needs no purpose
No cause
No clause
Simply because
This is how it is

This Christmas
Look in the mirror
You will see Santa
You will find Rudolf
Look harder
Within you will appear the reindeer
Look even harder
You will not find the need to slay
The compulsion of the game you call life, you believe you need to play

As much as we love santa
Let this be his final appearance
For he's played his part
He's made you realise.He is you and you are him

Cos ultimate liberation
Comes.without a claus(e)

It's time to liberate ourselves
Santa anyway was always the epitome of liberation

He never existed
But for you on Christmas he did
He showed up to fulfill your fantasy
And slunk right back into the anonymity of liberation

Let this year be the closure of the claus
Let Santa's magnificence absence remind us that life is simply the experience of liberation
And not an ardous journey of contrived expectations
And then caught up in a cycle
Of a never ending need of fulfillment

We've all met at some point, some version of the self-proclaimed epitome of fearlessness🏂💪

A short verse in his honour!!
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Nothing scared Him

A man once proclaimed that nothing scared him, nothing!
And then, a tiger showed up at his doorstep

Somehow, mysteriously, strangely, a fear from nowhere crept into him
And then, the tiger left
And again, mysteriously, the fear left and he rightly proclaimed nothing scared him

I hope the tiger never returns
For we need to believe in this fearless man 😅

A new verse about cities and why they possibly exist

The Attire of Sattire

A city is a good place to live
If your life is about an idea
An idea of how life should be
A city is a curation
Carefully crafted or otherwise
A city is about an idea
An idea called more
An idea called hustle
An idea called bustle
A city is about running after an idea
An idea called excess
This excess deemed as Success
A city is about wants
Needs
A desire
A city is a longish pitstop for survival mongering
A city is about survival worshiping

For life comes naked, unobliterated in all its attire

A city is not about life at all
It ends up being its sattire

THE RAIN GODDESS - New Poem

It is raining down even harder
The audacity of that amazing sound
Of the rain hitting the ground
Telling me, buddy
Today is not your day
I don't care for your umbrella
Sit at home
And write about me
Tell the world about my frenzy
My fury
I have come to drown you
She says, this gorgeous rain goddess
I've come to drown you all
Not to your death
But to drown
Your self-created intellect

- An excerpt from the poem 'The Rain Goddess'

Care to dare?

Happy to bring to you a glimpse, an excerpt from the poem 'Never Dared Enough'

If you care, it's easier to dare!
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NEVER DARED ENOUGH

Never dared enough
To want to really know
The magnanimity of reality
As a consequence, settling for virtuality
A virtual reality
Only virtually real
We rather distract ourselves
Than actually dare

- An excerpt from the poem 'Never dared enough'
Never dared enough

Someday I’d love to give you the gift of silence but for now, words are all I have. 🔇 🔕 ✍
Excerpts from various pieces of work, for your reading pleasure!:)

Someday I’d love to give you the gift of silence but for now, words are all I have. 🔇 🔕 ✍

Excerpts from various pieces of work, for your reading pleasure!:)

Colours Colours
The many hues
Choice
Flavours
May you find your hot
In the red
Hope the cool blue
Gives you some clue
An inkling
Through the smattering of violet
A dash of purple
May your life come a full circle
On an aside
Don't forget the monochromatic white
For that's where it all starts
Now you can add
The myriad hues📕📗📘
The many tints
The numerous shades
The yellow of the sun☀️
Can be at your basking
The green of the leaves🌿☘️
At your asking
The blue of the sky🌥️
Your longing
Go! Go! Go!
Find your own rainbow 🔆🌈

Whatever is going on in your head, however fantastic the quality of your thought, however brilliant an idea appears in your mind, the opposite party only and only understands what's inside you through how you either consciously or unconconsiously it.

The only question is are you aware of How actually works vs How you it works?:)

Just another day in Paradise

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