Death

Strip

Severed from him,
In the grave gaps I’m trapped
The jagged moon rock drags jet black
Like the color of his hair, that my fingers will never wrap
Death…oh woe…the psyche shivers;
So they poured shellac
Bottled away in this thymus madhouse
Anguish is my noun

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Renewed in Yantra

Before in a way, I’ve been dying to be reinvented
But I’ll settle and wait in the hedged maze
Because the real cause is living for a miraculous effect

As I open my heart towards the sky,
A lark locks with my eyes
And I know one day soon
The End Game —
Moksha

Out of the park,
I’ll vanish from this borrowed time
Like a blink of an eye
Sifted through a sieve of light
By the archiver — the keeper of light
Merciful Hara,
Will come racing like a true knight
Behold his holiness,
I sip through his eyes the nectar
To be spun into a love design
And merge back into Bindu

 

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