Can I Just Be Me To You?

Trial and Tribulations

The title of this song comes from the Statler Brothers called “Different Things To Different People”. The song laments the one thing in life that many crave but few ever get. We often lament that we could have that one person with that we can just be ourselves.

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The train running down the tracks …
… In the silence of the whispering trees
Sharing the secrets with the nature ….
… Across beautiful sceneries and …
Craftly landscapes made by mother earth
… Far stretches of the dusty plains
Purple headed mountains standing tall …
… Greenery shades of the rainforests
Angels blessed on the small world …
… Sprinkling magic with a spark of miracle
Sights through the train window …
… just makes adventures come true
As the train whistle can be heard …

-By Fatima Jamshed

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Priyanshi shah

As the sky breathes gray,

The moon is lost in his phase,

I saw a crossing where colors flow,

In the morning sunlight,

Along the stream losing herself in the deep, the sinking of leaves,

That little joy of life,

Lost in thoughts and interpretations,

And here we are in between,

In the sphere of logic and sensitivity,

Holding up the beauty in our eyes and memories in our souls,

To share the tales of passing by,

The nightmares of dreams,

The remembrance of fragile things,

The loss of a person with sagas of wounds,

That unsaid encounters,

We protect them from moment to moment,

Feeling that massiveness to sense nothing,

We wander here and there to reveal that tiny spark,

Which dwells within,

Carving walls and bridges,

To hide in this illusion of endless baggage,

Losing the presence of the present,

As fear manipulates our lives and we live…

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Aloneness to Onlyness with Essence . alone to all one happens only is one walks on the path of Love all. nice poetry

Priyanshi shah

Everyone holds the castle of aloneness within them,
A niche where they disguise their individuality,
To perceive what they are not feeling,
Certainty and safety as the shield of the fort,
But one deep down in their heart understands it and gazes at the castle in the sphere of aloneness,
In the dark, under the moonlight,
One wanders to know the way if there is any,
The castle has multiple entrances and windows,
Which unlocks when a cool breeze teases it,
A staircase leading to the room which one never unfolds,
An evolving library of our experiences that we have forgotten,
And it has a secret trail full of darkness,
From tragedy to memories,
Everything stays there and it floats on the surface now and then,
To live is to walk that pathway fearlessly,
It can be hidden in stories, a person, or something entirely which doesn’t make sense, 

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Mind is a Highway , be a witness to traffic , if you ride a bus of thoughts then mind is a museum of moments . truly nice post . love all

Priyanshi shah

The mind as an anthology of our adventures,
Wrapped in unconscious and conscious thoughts,
Acts as a museum of mementos and a dark cave of ruins,
Where all rare and precise pieces are stored,
Whether we are mindful of it or not,
And the aisle of the museum is filled with overwhelming passions,
And as dark approaches and the moon rises,
The story is formulated by relating scenarios,
Where imagination and nightmare are in the quest,
As one gets lost in his searching,
For what is real and what is not?
In the museum of illusions,
Where anything floats on the surface,
And deeper we dig we get lost in this vastness,
Sometimes it holds while occasionally it burns us,
But one has to pass through it,
Bound with fear or courage,
And wander long enough to know that there is no way out.
But how can one forget that…

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