Our destination we knew beforehand
we did set sail to distant galaxies, that create
rainbows out of light years and star dust.
We forgot the meaning of the word 'return'
never imagined a coming back, ever
the journey of no return every moment,was
rich
only we were there,needless to think
about the beginning or any one other than
us
we didn't bother about the moment of culmination,
the phenomenal world, after all is not ours
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Our destination we knew beforehand
we did set sail to distant galaxies, that create
rainbows out of light years and star dust.
We forgot the meaning of the word 'return'
never imagined a coming back, ever
the journey of no return every moment,was
rich
only we were there,needless to think
about the beginning or any one other than
us
we didn't bother about the moment of culmination,
the phenomenal world, after all is not ours
*Noumenon--An object or event discerned without the help of senses.
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