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Maharshi Bhattacharya
Poems
Oct 2011
The Saint
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 canβt 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.
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Maharshi Bhattacharya
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