The sun comes up,
And then,
Goes down.

Morning,
Then Night.
And,
Morning again!

Past,
Present,
And future,

Flowing,
From one,
To another.

And I,
Sitting in,
Silence,

As life,
Moves on,
And,
On again !

~Deepa Nilamani~

Sitting in silence,
In the comfort of my home,
Behind closed doors,
Alone in my thoughts.

I think to myself,
Is this reality?
To be alone,
A purpose,
I cannot see!

I hear a soft voice,
Saying,
Yes my child,
There is always a reason,
A purpose,
The eye cannot see!

Behind all closed doors,
Away from the noisy clutter,
You hear your soft voice,
You find yourself.

Who you are,
And what you want!

So away from,
The world’s noisy clutter,
I sit in silence,
To ponder.

Who am I?
And,
What do
I really want?

I hear from,
Deep within that,
There is a reason,
For everything,
And,
Everything leads to,
Our purpose in Life!

And now,
I have found,
That purpose in life.

A path that leads,
In unfolding my journey.

And now,
What
Life is
All about,

For all
To come
And
Join together,

To spread across the world,
Happiness, Joy,
Peace and,
Harmony!

~Deepa Nilamani~

I think I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree,
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed,
Against the earth’s, sweet flowering breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.

A tree that may in Summer wear,
A nest of Robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by people like me,
But only God can make a tree !

~Joyce Kilmer~

Flowers that bloom everyday!

Deepa Nilamani ❤

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