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Glimpses of Sentiments
INTOXICATED ILLUSION MAY GET BROKEN,
ILLUSIONARY LIFE MAY GET BROKEN
Oh Divine Father ! I offer to you daily devotional homage. In my heart always i perform ceremonial offerings of water to gods and forefathers. Howsoever I speak since long. I write whatever I understand. Which word will come after one word ? I do not have any idea about it or neither I have any predetermined assumptions-thoughts. What kind of an understanding should be required in the arrangement of words in a talking with the soul? Is it neccessary at all ? Yes, I continue to write-to crave -make vain efforts in confusion. Like a stream of water just to flow and run further. That is only my work. When the strength of words decline then I go into a cave of silence. When zeal comes then sitting in a palanquin of words | start to go on pilgrimage of sentiments. Deep silence inspite of having many words and the treasure of tremendous number of numerous words, Let people call my writings on paper, mere illusions. But intoxication of so called illusions only is capable to break this illusory journey of one birth after another. Where is any such knowledge to the people remaining only in illusions ?
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