Rush

We're extremely bustling in our lives,

Surging around the edges of a circle,

Putting our 'valuable time' in something less useful,

Is the main thing we these days alarm.

Our lives are a rush,

Stress and strain gulping our time,

Days and months pass with practically no cheerful minutes,

At the point when we are as yet crying.

We really want to quiet down,

As how's affected us will continuously remain,

Furthermore, we just have one life,

Why to live it in a terrible manner!

So stop the rush and inhale serenely,

To know what's inside and out,

There are numerous blissful minutes to esteem,

Furthermore, numerous delightful things to see around.

Recognize the excellence of quietness,

Pay attention to the language of your spirit,

As scrambling for the efficiency won't yield the delights,

That the magnificence of present second holds.

A piece of me

I need to let you know confidential,

I'm not who I've forever been,

I'm not a similar me any longer,

That the world has at any point seen.

I've voyaged every one of the systems,

Known the secrets of stars,

Estimated my direction to other nearby planet group,

That lies huge number of light a long time far.

You've been searching for me here meanwhile,

At the point when I was sparkling with the moon,

Riding on the meteorites,

Furthermore, chiming in the universe tune.

I've moved up and down the smooth way,

Sang cradlesongs that sent Sun to rest,

Furthermore, took the privileged insights it's been

Concealing in it's center profound.

I've seen worlds shaping and

Imploding into monstrous dark openings,

I'm a piece of universe,

Living as human to restore the mysteries I took.

Past the Words

Past the words,lines,

The refrains and the rhyme,

There's significantly more in verse,

The mysterious that lies in the words,

Also, underneath the space between them,

That nobody might at any point see.

My contemplations unwind to frame rhyme,

The words feel like home,

Like you're remembering the ways that

You've won't ever be aware.

It's the butterflies in my stomach,

The uneasiness, distress , torment all that I composed,

That sing every one of the words

Gotten up to speed in my throat.

You can hear the voice of my spirit

Chiming in the lines,

While perusing the expressions , you can find

A piece of me that exists in the rhymes.

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Kelvin Dechi

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