More I know, less it becomes..
What I know about?
The purpose of flowers?
The dance of birds,
The ever floating river,
The goal of creation?

Maybe there’s nothing,
For those looking for..
Forget to dance,
Forget to sing,
Forget to love,
Forget the aliveness.

What could be the source?
Of this mystery ever pervading..
Throughout the creation,
Of mist and petals,
Of thoughts and emotions,
Of theories and philosophies?

Maybe all I could decipher is,
Before it’s long enough,
Be a part of it,
Else the journey of analyzing,
Is ever ending,
Every questions sprouts hundreds,
At every depth,
One mystery solves,
And millions emerge,
Like reflection from a lake.

For what am I doing here,
The way ahead is mysterious,
And I accept it,
For what’s worth in knowing,
When the unknown is divine,
The source of all,
And thus realized,
Not knowing is the most intimate.
To be.
And be free.

P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).

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