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Today morning was a beautiful day. I woke up to a  Poetry written and read by my good friend at the annual Princeton Porchfest..She is the same friend who inspired me to write Anbe Sivam .

Her Poetry is about I am more...I don't wish to reproduce that here because that should be in her blog.

Her Poetry inspired me to pen down  the following. It's continuation of her Poetry in perspective to my thoughts . She concludes with 'I am abstract' and I start with this....

I am abstract...you cannot judge me

You cannot value me ...You cannot cage me

I escape all the human limitations and boundaries..

I am one with the Infinite, unthinkable..

I am just the pulsating 'LIFE'..

I am just the beating of the heart

Totally untouched by the defined..

I am the Universe...the stars ...the sun... the moon..

I am the unexpected...the abstract... the wholesome.


Thank you friend for inspiring me !


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