Poems written by Gitesh shortly before he left his body.
Accepting what is
The sun rises another day for me to see.
Never comfortable to hibernate like the bears and the bee.
Writing is an alternative to living with you,
left with the perception of life from an overhead view.
November 14, 2012
Out there
The sun rises,
And circles,
Everywhere.
November 1, 2012
The hollow bamboo
Bamboo… full… with food.
Cultivate the emptiness,
and music ripens.
September 7, 2012
Freedom
Being free is the consequence
of discovering the answer to:
Who Am I?
September 7, 2012
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