He had left the shore of love on some day with a wounded soul
Vanished into oblivion the days & nights
The amnesic sleep of memories
Perhaps a quest in vain of peace and harmony within
Where turbulence &turmoil ruled the roost.
Wandered for decades in the vale of woes
Withered dusk and dawn in years as autumn foliage.
With the rising sun he would mend his heart,
Broken into pieces in the hands of time,
In vain, to erase the scars of healing.
Walk with the dusky sun the endless avenues of self-realization
Seeking an inn of serenity or retreat
But a momentary recluse of a hermit perhaps.
The flocks of birds flew hastily over the dusky sky
In search of nests over the trees
The wanderer stood a while, gazing at the nest
Chirping of the tiny birds inside
At once, his soul cognized the serenity
Searched in vain for years
The joy of togetherness and harmony
The exhilarating expression of love in camaraderie.
The invisible string that connects mankind
The moment of self-realization
Someone whispered at the core of mind
The feet moved towards that shore of love
The shore of real harmony and peace
The philosopher of love reborn ,now forever
Leaving behind the inns of imaginary serenity
into the obscurity of intentional oblivions forever…
copy right – dr sanjana p souparnika
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