This deep dark desire of penning down my most conspicuous thoughts always arises at a particular hour...the hour of surreal silence piercing through my heart, sensations and soul...the same that wanders in darkness tirelessly at stretches. And so when a mighty beam of light strikes at, it reflects and engages itself in the most authentic activity true to its being...analyzing its justification for being...putting the body at unrest...for the carrier is deprived of its lascivious wants in a jerk
...like a lover who departs leaving behind just a goodbye note in material.
And then this deprived soul goes for hunt...unwilling to come back without finishing its quest...quest for reason
...quest for its lover.
When it feels illuminated, becomes devoted because more often than not, many of its like are only traveling from one chain of thoughts to another...losing in a labyrinth leading to nowhere
...elongating the distance from the departed lover.
But, it doesn't stop. Finds a way. If not the reason, it'll at least find the way to its destination
...where its lover would be waiting with open arms longing for a caress that'll leave no air to interfere.
Chances are it might not be interested anymore, because as they say, sometimes the journey is more enchanting than the destination
...like a lover who lets the departed soul rest in peace and finds love in another, like many of Kanha's gopis. But love happens only once.
The longer it takes, the more ethereal it gets. And when it emerges from darkness into a yellow sphere lightening its shade going further, NIRVANA!
Embracing the departed lover in an astral world, deprived of all misery.
And it finally realises its justification of being, it has made it!
...like a lover who departs leaving behind just a goodbye note in material.
And then this deprived soul goes for hunt...unwilling to come back without finishing its quest...quest for reason
...quest for its lover.
When it feels illuminated, becomes devoted because more often than not, many of its like are only traveling from one chain of thoughts to another...losing in a labyrinth leading to nowhere
...elongating the distance from the departed lover.
But, it doesn't stop. Finds a way. If not the reason, it'll at least find the way to its destination
...where its lover would be waiting with open arms longing for a caress that'll leave no air to interfere.
Chances are it might not be interested anymore, because as they say, sometimes the journey is more enchanting than the destination
...like a lover who lets the departed soul rest in peace and finds love in another, like many of Kanha's gopis. But love happens only once.
The longer it takes, the more ethereal it gets. And when it emerges from darkness into a yellow sphere lightening its shade going further, NIRVANA!
Embracing the departed lover in an astral world, deprived of all misery.
And it finally realises its justification of being, it has made it!
I've made it.
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