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Kind Of Sorted Scene

By Jaskaran Singh Dhillon


If I knew how I would fare with you, 

I'd never let you go without letting you know;

I felt back then I was very fly

So the scene is different now,

I know your worth, oh! I do!

For what I hurt you 

Was never ever a curse,

Things seem quite better to me

It's kind of like a sorted scene.


You could still make it better though

Only if you'd want to with me go;

Things are very happy now,

It seems like in heaven I've been

It's kind of like a sorted  scene.

Things went rough and there was a fight

Between the forces of dark and light;

The light I must follow now and further still

The darkness shall die, this is the promise to us, it will.


and we shall enjoy the love of the holy pure white light

in the field beyond duality and it's strife.

such a place could exist,

for who knows how life blesses us with it's gifts?

I've loved you before and love you still,

I do think I always will.

for once we are beyond this place of pain, 

we shall see pure positivity and goodness still

in such a place of love and splendor

we shall enjoy eternal divine favours


how can I explain what life shall be like in that place

all I can say we've already there before been

and there it's kind of like a sorted scene.

even if we dont meet here again,

our love will bring us together in that realm

where God blesses each soul with eternal peace,

and lives with them always seen

with the internal eye

the eye of focus and attention thine.


God lives always in them,

and they rejoice in grandeur then.

it's even more than eternal peace,

for it's kind of like a sorted scene.


By Jaskaran Singh Dhillon

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