Caught in midst of lines and dots;
Try to connect the dots a lot,
That leads to path of purity of thoughts;
Lay on the either sides' nightspots and sunspots.
Long journey in known past;
Lead me to go on an unknown path,
In search of ME and MYSELF;
Lost in the game of name and fame,
None to blame.
Where shall I go, where shall I travel;
Path full of pit pots and gravels,
Not a road of roses;
Yet love to travel for ages and ages.
As the journey takes longer and longer;
Lessing my anger,
Making my inner stronger;
Like a chaser..
Break apart… break apart with all selves;
Dwelling inner into oneself,
With the ignited torch in search of light;
With sense of Purity,
In being, heart and thoughts..
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