Thursday, April 14, 2011

A regular visit to..

I am a regular human being,
just a person next door.
I eat, I drink, I walk,I sleep,
I talk, I emote, I express, I hide.

Looking at the mirror, I am no more than
2 meters of muscles and bone.
But sometimes I am left alone-
to a place which is infinite in space.
Even in crowd, I often visit there,
that exist inside.

And I feel the breeze blowing at night
on a marooned desert
with the moon blooming at height.
Peace is there feel it,
Love is there, store it.
Just vanish, be a part of the whole.
Travel through the dusty sand
it will clean you up.
The glorious journey never ends.

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