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Oct 2011
I am a saint walking in the desert

Surrounded by a smoke of illusion

The mind drifts higher with the warmth

Hallucinations set into fusion



A paranoid brain trying to hide

From the invincible images of the mind

Fake faces floating all around

Slowly the reality goes blind



Choking and panting and heavily breathing

The heart keeps up to the drumbeat

Realization soon dawns that I can’t breathe

And I long again for the desert heat



Now I flashback to the desert sands

Pouring out of my little hands

The snakes come and bow down to me

But the intoxication is now  lost in the sand



I walk down the long empty hallway

Endless doors opening to close all over

Stabbed by the memories of the past

But the feelings refuse to get over



Projections cried out as silky tears

Flow down to the velvety sea

The clamps of life slowly give away

But the freedom is not for me



The love of drugs and the drugs of love

Mix up before the night

Taken in and ****** and high

The end of the tunnel now has a light



The blinding light slowly dims

And shines deep in my eyes

Calling me to the end of the road

As I sail away… To the end of time.
Maharshi Bhattacharya
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