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Eternity

entwined scents
and a divine grace
a sombre gaze across the room
that sent all hearts to race

days passed and so did nights
nothing was so vehement ever
than those beautiful eyes

I have been a dreamer
since that day then
to conjure an eternity in a moment
maybe it was her only sin.

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Terrified

a speck of cosmic dust
or a tiny dot
in the blackened emptiness
full of mystical voids

life has flourished here
even in the savagery and butchery
of flesh,minds and even souls
all in the lands floating in blue

yet we are not terrified
or stupefied of our existence
neither grateful nor pity
for this spectacle

or maybe the light
is at the end of the tunnel
and me walking in opposite
or worse running blind.

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Buddha

lying on this table
staring at me
is a monk with a pot belly

maybe he wonders
how is my ride to nirvana going

maybe he wonders
as to why instead of hymming a prayer,
i am on a war with the keyboard

maybe he reads the books I kept there
to trace where me heading

or maybe he was tired of everything around
had a hearty laugh and boom..
there was his nirvana.

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The Nomad and the Wise

dust from the all the worlds
a scarf knitted by a mistress from somewhere,
jar of wine that makes you forget the past,
thirst for the lands unseen,
this was all
what the nomad ever carried.

scriptures from all of the worlds,
a letter written in some undecipherable launguage,
potion that makes you drown in dreams,
curiosity about people whom he never met,
this was all
what the wise had amassed

whenever they met.
They never traded stories.
They traded worlds.