Believe

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Freedom is what I seek, looking out of my untitled dream. Fantasy comes along since I live and exist at the same time. I pray to you, the Lord of the Lords, although I know not the prayers, I need not the words..to converse with you and demand. My silence gets heard, so I believe. Just a soul I am perhaps, in the world that is now familiar. Filled with anonymity and worth. I pray to you, the Lord of the Lords, to help me solve the mysteries. I'm a river that doesn't follow, but flows in a direction nonetheless. I am yet to meet my ocean of desires. I am yet to know the truths that are meant for me to know.
I pray to you, the Lord of my soul, to make for me my pathways visible. To let me know one good reason why I exist. To free the ways that belong to me. To free me from the ways I've left behind.

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  1. SoumiMarch 04, 2012 10:41 am

    That my silence be heard...

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  2. shash.destroyer@gmail.comMarch 04, 2012 4:20 pm

    Freedom is what everyone seeks....
    An escape is what few ones desire...

    Stay Blessed ^_^

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    1. ArundhatiMarch 05, 2012 9:00 am

      And very few overcome wanting to escape! :)

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  3. ♥●• İzdihër •●♥March 06, 2012 10:14 am

    very deep ,WELL WRITTEN POST :).

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  4. CookieCrumbsInc.March 06, 2012 12:45 pm

    Belief. That's what makes us put one foot in front of the other despite everything else.

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  5. RahulMarch 07, 2012 6:17 am

    Liked this..:-) Well done..

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  6. Nirati March 07, 2012 9:27 am

    THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!!!
    It's deep and I love what you're saying.
    Much much love and *awe*
    x

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  7. sumukh bansalMarch 10, 2012 1:40 pm

    "I need not the words..to converse with you and demand. My silence gets heard, so I believe."...
    thoughtful...

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  8. hazeMarch 13, 2012 12:13 am

    beautiful <3

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  9. AVYMarch 15, 2012 2:15 pm

    Thank you so much for your sweet words :*



    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

    ♥

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    1. ArundhatiMarch 16, 2012 4:46 am

      Oh, no need to thank, Avy! You deserved it. :)

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  10. Silence Unplugged.May 24, 2012 9:52 am

    Wow! It is so liberating !! <3

    " I am yet to meet my ocean of desires. I am yet to know the truths that are meant for me to know"
    Beautiful words!

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  11. Confused SoulAugust 02, 2012 3:50 am

    Lovely :)

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