Riding high
Amongst the clouds
Whole world
Like a verdant carpet
Blinking lights
On and off, in my emotions
Swinging emotions.
Tide comes in and goes out
Lost in its own high and low
Moon cast full and dark
In its own phases
Life rolls up and down
On its own roller-coaster
I'm a mere spectator
At this game
Aks. The reflection
Of Maya
Getting entangled in the branches.
Losing sight of roots.
Suddenly realising my true Self.
Suddenly going through amnesia.
My confused Soul
Traversing this confusing Planet.
Sometimes on a pedestal
Watching Life go by.
Sometimes entangled in its web
Drawn deep into its depression.
Sometimes uplifted
By Divine intervention.
Sometimes lost and wandering
In eternal confusion.
My Soul, my mind
My being.
Waiting for
The ultimate supplication.
To merge with
The Ethereal
The Transcendental
The all comprising
The omnipresent
The omnipotent
Just waiting
In the wings
Like multitudes.
Latched on to Hope.
Shackled to Faith.
Waiting for Love
Which doesn't even exist...
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