these voyages,
like a long long un- ended journey
comprising of many centuries
like galaxies up there, encompassing thousands and thousands of stars,
such a journey in bizarre,
i pray and recite fo those mirage,
in reality hidden, the harsh brutal reality;
yes the expedition long,.
beyond the travel around this world,
beyond the length of red sea,
i myself in me, look for you and you,
helplessly i walk and walk with naked feet;
robes are torn in this search, or u are lost evenn when destinations are retrieved,
its a strange desire, a mystic feel....
dnt dare to comprehend such intensities,
saints in their insanity burnt the world,
and moon was cut into two pieces;
donot dare to measure those traces,
lovers still hover around,
dance like a mad moth for centuries.in their search
irrespective of any gain or loss...
hiramalik
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