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Stillness of water is exquisite
As long as it remains the best,
Living inside the shell of life
Is solitude of sorts above Everest.
The silence of lambs is hardly silent,
tavern of mighty heroes isn’t much;
Bragging beyond their ordinary facade
And having the time of eternal touch.
Is it the reality of mundane measures;
Ground residing people on seams,
Unaware of the gravity of them,
Seldom awake in their nightly dreams?
Hardly it happens, when the alarms are gone;
And one sees the silence of world all alone.



Two folds

Two folds, two curves,
Two faults, two nerves,
Two molds, two snares,
Two inks, two fares,
Two souls, one knife,
Two lives, one strife.