
Hell is not just a four letter word
Hell is the emptiness you feel deep inside
Hell is the shroud of a dying man's cries
Hell is where an honest man dies
A prophet falls
A messiah is deprived
Hell is not just a four letter word
Hell is sometimes a way of life
Hell is when you bed with lies
Consort with intrigue
When your only mate is strife
Hell is just not a four letter word
Hell is what I see sometimes shining in your eye
Hell is your mad rage that blinds your sight
Hell is the image that haunts your sleepless nights
Hell is the place we love to hide inside
Call it a shelter; call it your mind
Hell is no burning inferno
Hell is no evil man’s respite
Hell is not just a four letter word
Hell’s the one place, where we all love to hide
Hell is in but us, you - me
Just a piece of dead heaven, hell inside our minds
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Sven,
Thanks.
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Mojo :-)
You are? I am not :-) Thanks anyway! :-)
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Sceptic,
This -
Hell inside our minds is not just a piece of dead heaven, but, our ceaseless yearning to shake off our oppressive burden of the type you describe so beautifully. To the extent we succeed in lightening our load, to that extent we make the distant echo of heaven that mush more audible.
I couldnt have said it better. Yea. I agree.
we love to hide there, or, are by creul dictates of destiny condemned to languish there, dying eDo very moment to escape? Once we know what is hurting us we stand a chance of treating it.
Given that we realize where we actually are. Yea?
Thanks. Great comment.
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Dead heaven indeed...food for thought.
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supriya, i guess that explains it. :-) you have grown in spiritual stature over the last two years then. I believe I am clear now.
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Mojo,
Okay. If you say so. But why do you say so? Is it because you dont like what I write these days? Anyway - this poem dates back to over two years. If you have the time and inclination - explain, please.
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Hullo Supriya
Hell inside our minds is not just a piece of dead heaven, but, our ceaseless yearning to shake off our oppressive burden of the type you describe so beautifully. To the extent we succeed in lightening our load, to that extent we make the distant echo of heaven that mush more audible.
" Hell’s the one place, where we all love to hide "
we love to hide there, or, are by creul dictates of destiny condemned to languish there, dying eDo very moment to escape? Once we know what is hurting us we stand a chance of treating it.
Sceptic
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Bharatheeyan,
Thanks. It is in our hands. I dont agree with the scriptures anyway - the way they tediously iconize heaven and hell.
Thanks.
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looks like suddenly the violent, wild spirit died. To be replaced by a careless child. Instead of an evolution, I get to see regression of mind. makes me wonder, yes, it does.
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Good imagination. My appreciations. In fact there is no hell or heaven; in our own lives we do face hell or heaven in our day to day life......day in and day out. We exhibit the four letter word in many ways. Certainly the choice to choose the four letter word or the six letter word is in our hands!
'bharatheeyan'
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