When it became less about me
And more about You
The entire world became a reflection of Your love,
Adorned; anew.
For life, this creation is such a game,
Fighting for, aimlessly chasing desires and a little fame.
Little do we realise the greatness of You
Subtle and pure,
A presence nearer to me than my own pore.
Fabricated energy, potential, cosmos,
An experience deeper than any,
You know me better than I know my-self.
For you are me
Vibhati – just a name that is known
But this soul is everything;
Everything that is yet to become.

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