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Sand castles
she has a habbit of making castles,
she gathers sand ,pebbles, stones et all
gives them what she has all
makes them with her heart full on

some are left too early in the sun to perish
rays of misunderstandings ,
make it rot and fall
some crumble in the wind,
the wind of expectations,
Some just disappear in the dark nights before,

but hey,the wind is happy and the sand is too
they free of attachments ,
Flourish where ever they flow
no matter what they do

and there she is left with crumbled fortresses
till she gets tired of picking up the stones
she realises none is true
while all is real through and through
not invalidating what all she made her grow
she looks for that row
That flow, that glow

something that ever changes but remains the same
something that is there since the beginning and stays forever beyond
ya hayyum ,ya khayyum
in zikr she throws many sand castles
She sees the sand stays the same
many waves dissolving but the seas never change…

she thanks it in the end
to show her real call within
she surrenders yet again
surrenders to dissolve.
Evolve and don’t knows what all

She is cause she is,
As simple as it gets…