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*Long wintry nights I endured, in my eyes lie frozen, like an orphaned dog I roamed, how many many, lives? Sniffing at every thing, looking for love immortal, at times tied down by the unrelenting chain of pain.* A spring in my heart remains still, that spoke unfazed, of the flowers of the valley, blue mountains and chirpy birds, that fly crossing limits to sunny lands away and far, where dreams in many colors flower in mirthful hearts, *Love was an oasis at the far end of the desert,I reached at last after meandering through desert tracks  lined on both sides with cactus but the oasis I found was long deserted,the spring fully dried, it turned out to be a mirage, created to trap me forever.* My soul was still a land of light where a wise bird kept on singing, cheering  me to move on,  to reach the last and highest peak, the wise speak about in meditative silence  day and night. it was in sight, beyond the mind, mount Kailash of my dreams, *In the icy lake waters I dipped thrice, and took three circles around, the morning mist cleared, like burnished gold the mount  gleamed, my climb I started, those golden steps to fulfillment.*
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Towards the sunset peak
*Long wintry nights I endured, in my eyes lie frozen, like an orphaned dog I roamed, how many many, lives? Sniffing at every thing, looking for love immortal, at times tied down by the unrelenting chain of pain.* A spring in my heart remains still, that spoke unfazed, of the flowers of the valley, blue mountains and chirpy birds, that fly crossing limits to sunny lands away and far, where dreams in many colors flower in mirthful hearts, *Love was an oasis at the far end of the desert,I reached at last after meandering through desert tracks  lined on both sides with cactus but the oasis I found was long deserted,the spring fully dried, it turned out to be a mirage, created to trap me forever.* My soul was still a land of light where a wise bird kept on singing, cheering  me to move on,  to reach the last and highest peak, the wise speak about in meditative silence  day and night. it was in sight, beyond the mind, mount Kailash of my dreams, *In the icy lake waters I dipped thrice, and took three circles around, the morning mist cleared, like burnished gold the mount  gleamed, my climb I started, those golden steps to fulfillment.*
k-balachandran
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
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