Show Me Your Soul

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Show me your scars
On the soul
That is not visible
by the naked eye

Show me your pain
That
You hide so well
beneath your smile
Show me the wounds
On your skin
That disappeared with
The passage of time
But
Which still bleed
In your writing

Open up your heart
And Tell me about

Your fear and insecurities
Share with me
Your haunting thoughts
That don’t let you sleep
Introduce me with
The monsters that reside
Inside your head
And..
Show me your body
Every shattered piece
That has a story to tell
Unfold yourself
Layer by layer
I want to see
Your real self
Put off that mask
That you wear
In public
Tell me,
That you are not strong
As you appear
That you are empty from inside
And need to be filled
With care and affection
Admit it,
That you need me
Believe it,
You too deserve love.

~Philo W.~

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Knocking at the Same door

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Why do I go there

Knowing,

There’s nothing new for me

Why do I knock at the same door

Over and over again

Knowing,

It will not be opened for me

Nobody is there to greet me

Then,

Why does my heart build

Expectations,

Maybe to get disappointed

Over and over again

Each time,

In different ways..

By different people

I don’t know..

Whether I belong to that place

Whether it owe me anything

But also,

I don’t know..

Where do I belong to exactly,

To the place where

My ideal resides

Where my eyes see

Materialization of the dream

that I saw in my youth

where emotions and feelings

Blossom even in rough times

Where there is a support

And a shoulder to rely on

Where love is appreciated

Without any discrimination

Where I am free to express

What I feel

Where,

There is someone to listen

To my rants and grievances

Where I won’t be judged for

What I have experienced

Willingly or unwillingly

I don’t know..

Whether such place existed

In this physical world

But,

My heart desire

To go to that place anyway,

By all means,

I will keep knocking at that door

Over and over again

Knowing,

Only silence & disappointment

Would greet me

Every time,

With more intensity

With more sincerity.

~Philo W.~

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Words

I love W O R D S,
They are magical.
Through this instrument of ecstasy,
I get detached from the illusion of this world.
And create my own reality,
A feeling that doesn’t need acceptance.
The truth which doesn’t require explanation.
~Philo W.~

When I Fail to Talk

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When I realize, I can’t talk well

I open my laptop,

And start to write..

So that I feel worthy enough

Capable of sharing ideas,

And influence minds..

With every realization,

Of my inability to talk,

I come up with a piece,

That speaks my mind,

Worthy of listening

And worth sharing

~Philo W.~

Lost in a Known Place

Dubai-Skyline

This place seems familiar to me

I have travelled here many times before..

In different seasons of my soul,

I witness a new dimension in the city

I have seen many autumns and spring

These places have not changed yet

I wandered in these streets many times before

Then why I feel lost here?

In this busy metropolis where..

These tall buildings, heavy vehicles

And luxurious malls appeal to others

Why they fail to tempt me?

They are not new for me..

Then why I feel strange once again

However,

there is a lot for people to gain

What’s this emptiness all about?

Did I bring my inner chaos to this place?

Is it my distorted inside that doesn’t let me enjoy the outside?

Where would I go to heal?

Is there any place on the face of earth to travel?

Where I can go without taking my inner self..

~Philo W.~

Dubai, UAE.

July 6, 2015.

Changing Self

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I am a person comprised of an old soul
The soul that has travelled into ages,
Generation after generation,
That has seen several autumns and spring..
Each day I meet with a new evolved person inside me,
The old gets transformed into a new being,
With different purpose and ambition
And experiences changing passion
And finds different reasons,
To live and to serve..
This fluctuation keeps me on a journey that never ends..
Moving on a parallel road without any curve,
Each day, I look forward to a different cause,
Pursuit of which, becomes the core purpose of my existence,
The next day, I have another goal..
And it continues without any pause.
~Philo W.~

Inner Chaos

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Nothing hurts me more than my self image
The complexes I’ve about myself
Getting more complicated. .
Making me inferior each passing moment
The chaotic thoughts make the most of noise
In my head, that shakes my soul
Keeping me away from desired peace
This was never my choice..
But it seems,
I find comfort in this turmoil
The disharmony gives fuel to my meaningless existence,
Of all the inconsistent experiences I have,
After all,
This chaos is the most consistent habitat of my ever changing mind.
~Philo W.~

Maturity

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Back then when I was young,
I liked to engage in conversations..
That don’t even need my participation,
But I liked to comment on every argument,
Without wasting a single moment.
Despite the fact..
I didn’t always have something important to present..
I simply liked to get involved in the debate..
And tried best to win the argument,
That gave me immense pleasure
And now..
When I have more exposure,
And we have more topics of conversation,
I don’t feel an urge of indulging..
Even when I have strong points in favor of my belief
When I could better defend my opinion
I disregard mere punching,
On the face of opponent.
Therefore,
I prefer to remain silent..
And practice patience
Silence worth more than thousand words
Because of its higher salience.
~Philo W.~

Love for Words

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I’m a writer
Because,
I find beauty in expression
Through words and phrases
With each emotion, I hide
In sentences that I write
I share a piece of my soul.
Writing is indeed an art
To explore the madness within
To wonder and wander,
On less travelled path..
It is a refuge that writer seeks
From the world of conformists
It is a wonderland that he creates
Where he grows and nourishes
his passion for intellect & wisdom.
~Philo W.~