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The Third Eye

Echoes of “I alone”—a hollow trumph,
incomplete, unfulfilled.
Though nestled between two eyes,
Yet aimless, senseless, painless.

consumed by its own fire,
and fueling the flames of its twin companions.


Truth and lies, love and sacrifice,
life and death—
all crushed between its gaze.
Emerging from nothingness,
walking its path,
and returning to the void.

Where did you see me?
Countless universes,
Infinite suns—
Forming and fading away,

yet I alone endure.


Neither fire scorched, nor rain soaked
Neither swayed by wind, nor confined by the sky.

And yet I’ve felt
the fire’s heat, the rain’s chill,
the breeze’s whisper, the vastness of the heavens.
Nothing untouched by me,
though I am oblivious.


Merging rivers into me,

I became an ocean, vast and divine.

Churned and brought forth,
Nectar, poison, treasures untold—
Yet my shores remain parched.


From a stream, it turns into a tranquil lake—,
it consumes none; only burns,

Such is the third eye—
settled between two watching eyes.

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