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The conflict

I'm tired of this eternal conflict
Between dreams and reality
Between fantasy and facts
Between what I want from the world and what the world wants from me

I want to run away from all this
Go to a place where I can be me
Not the images world believes I am
I'm tired of this pretence....

Why is it so difficult to find the simplest things in life
Pleasure, love and tranquility?
Why can't the soul be drenched with fulfilment?
Why can't my soul be light like a feather
Floating freely from place to place
Garnering experiences the heart seeks?

Why can't I just play in the rain like a child for hours?
Why do worries bow my head down?
Why can't I find solace in the company of the beloved
The one who torments my waking moments and dreams

Too many conflicts and too many hurdles
Too many riddles and unfinished puzzles
Corroding my soul with endless worries
Killing me from within like termites..

I desire the forbidden fruits
I long for the pilgrimage of my heart
I long to return to the beginning of mankind
Where rules and morals were humane.
When people spent time exploring the divine
And lived life by simple rules.
When people really had knowledge of life
And not behaved like learned fools

Help me out my God, my lord
Show me the eternally lit way
It is the puzzle made by you
This earth it's night and day
I'm your puppet pull my strings
Give my tired soul a strong pair of wings

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