Let me fall through voyage of nowhere
along the gaseous clouds of my sunken depressive world ,
an unhappy little world of spoken faithful encounters
lived upon same thought will i ever be forgiven ?
for committing same tactile actions which divides me, myself and i in spaces distinctively .
Don't know where it starts how it'll end ,
I'm surfing waves of cold gazes within reserved armor of fragmented self ,
will i ever be come to know the truth rather letting it speak through me ?
from the holy cup bearer, how and when
will i get poured with universal fluid ?
when mountain like stillness be my safe home to sleep ?
i heard intensity will itself speak when it had to , until you find a way to UN entangle yourself from
web of self woven threads,
showering one with gentle pat of warmth, alongside clear skies in vibrant minds ,
truly then
spring will arrive .
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