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Strings of Life: Poems of wisdom thoughts
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Heaven and hell are located in the inner realm of our consciousness. Many a times I observed people commit sin but repent overtime when their conscious refuses to justify. This is called realization, transforms person all together from what he was. Esoteric meaning of Heaven and Hell is realization of virtue and sin. Consciousness is silent feature of our identity that builds our personality. Negative and positive both are integral parts of us. Both influence our personality through environment and occurrences. During negative period most of lose endurance and all hopes, depression overpowers us. With the positive attitude you learn to endure bad times. We should not forget positive is hidden behind negative. A door within negative opens towards bright light. We need to find that door.

Tuesday, 14 June 2016
'O' my ma-ma mu
An unborn baby,
From the womb,
Scratched the belly,
Over and over of its mom;
She minded not once;
But when was frequent,
Rubbing her belly she fondled;
Oh! You impish,
Don't tickle with your tiny nail;
No-no baby I feel too pain;
Again a scratch,
But this time it had sound;
O mu, ye ma-ma mu,
I feel thee, it's so sweet,
Thy touch embellishes,
My tender body,
My heart vacillates in festal;
When thou cohere papa in sleep,
I feel so warmth;
Stimulates my soul,
Feel like sleeping,
In the middle of both;
When papa flirts,
Thy 'no-no' vibrating sound,
Turns my ears on,
Feel thy playful deeds;
All I feel, thy surroundings,
Good mood or bad;
'O' my ma-ma mu,
Thou carry, endure all pain,
Thou made for me,
A doll of mine;
'O' my ma-ma mu,
I am so tempted,
Pull me out from thy womb,
Can't wait, no more;
Want to suckle and play,
With thy mammary glands;
I imagine in all my dreams,
Sexy suckling sound,
Ooon-mu-mu-moo,
Cohering thou, touching thy chest;
Thy lap is paradise,
Made of silky skin;
Let me take my place;
Please let me out;

Posted by sadashivan_nair at 3:24 AM EDT
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