Earth
A home for the first ever beings,
To successfully survive.
For those who know nothing,
But wanted to thrive and be alive.
They live in a world so holy,
So precious, and filled with glory.
As the sunshine hits the tall oak trees,
And you realise the worth of your being,
Impossible creatures emerging from soil.
A mother with love that grew us wild,
A mother who raised her kids in unity,
To survive together,
To survive for eternity.
A lovely paradise of godly dust,
As the conscious dust clumps wonder in unity.
We are holy beings meant to be protected,
In our homes of beauty and purity.
We live in a perfect home,
A world we need to protect,
For we yet are not civilised enough,
To go find another world to resurrect.
We still need time to thrive,
And learn more,
And open our eyes,
For we are still young children,
And we still must survive.
A home in the realm of chaos
When the world’s pureness is revealed,
And it being nothing but chaos,
Of everything that interconnects,
And all that falls.
And all your pain and suffering,
Being just a mere memory.
and all destruction of serenity,
Just an average speck of activity.
and all that you love,
and all the beauty you can see,
Is nothing but a mere illusion,
Of a mind you own and its sparks of electricity.
But it’s true that the mind you have,
Is the only thing you’ll be.
For the vessel you call your body,
Is a tool for you to feel,
and the world’s awe-inspiring glory,
By a little at least you could see.
For we are the living,
and we must thrive and be.
and in the pain, we can sense,
We will still thrive in peace.
For we are not done living,
and we will never be.
Although we’ll never touch the world’s pure power,
and we will never do anything that will matter,
But We are still, the only, ever,
Who could care about that in terror.
We will open, and look further than our eyes,
We will try, learn and find
deep within What lies
in the world and our minds.
We’ll guide ourselves further,
In the road with no pavements.
with determination and desperation,
and observing every movement,
and observing every moment.
We will go forward.
A home in the realm of chaos
When the world’s pureness is revealed,
And it being nothing but chaos,
Of everything that interconnects,
And all that falls.
And all your pain and suffering,
Being just a mere memory.
and all destruction of serenity,
Just an average speck of activity.
and all that you love,
and all the beauty you can see,
Is nothing but a mere illusion,
Of a mind you own and its sparks of electricity.
But it’s true that the mind you have,
Is the only thing you’ll be.
For the vessel you call your body,
Is a tool for you to feel,
and the world’s awe-inspiring glory,
By a little at least you could see.
For we are the living,
and we must thrive and be.
and in the pain, we can sense,
We will still thrive in peace.
For we are not done living,
and we will never be.
Although we’ll never touch the world’s pure power,
and we will never do anything that will matter,
But We are still, the only, ever,
Who could care about that in terror.
We will open, and look further than our eyes,
We will try, learn and find
deep within What lies
in the world and our minds.
We’ll guide ourselves further,
In the road with no pavements.
with determination and desperation,
and observing every movement,
and observing every moment.
We will go forward.
Freedom
A sky, open, shining in the eyes,
It’s full glory finallyperceived.
The grass, the wind, the past,
Everything truly, finally, just observable
And I’ve been relieved
A closed box, inescapable,
It’s suffocating chains of grey,
Finallydefeated.
I’ve finally alighted,
On the grass, and the fields of hay.
And the air doesn’t remind me,
Of my suffocating body,
But i feel of comfort,
And a chance to heal the parts hurt.
The paradox-like state ilivedin,
Has finally be proven false.
I can rise now with the sunshine,
And shine with the waterfalls.
I can finally breathe,
I can finally be,
I am in my own control.
I can finally see,
The potential in me,
And the beauty of the world.
After all this time,
After all this,
I can finally rise to my feet.
As i talk with the wind,
And ithrive, finally
I feel alive and free.
By Krishti Khandelwal
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