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Wandering Knight

It began with my movement towards the heavenly substance,

Leading my way into a nostalgic trance.

Setting my boundaries, then flying out of limits,

Leaving my senses behind, to begin with my trips.

 

So now I wander over grounds of light, heat, sound and mist,

Provoking dreams that don’t exist.

A circus of lights where dreams can take flight,

To a carnival of variegated colors in sight.

 

Gallivanting in the forest of unreal existence.

Appeasing up-close and alluring at distance.

The vivid prism of rainbow like features,

Casting its charade on us, “The Euphoric Creatures.”

 

Harmonious melodies in our souls now play.

Intoxicated yet happy, and ecstatic yet gay.

Lost in the scenery made of light rays,

Leaving my astray to wander in my blissful daze.

 

The radiant vibes of every glowing and true soul,

Are mellow like flowers and intense like burning coal.

Fascinated me in various manner and means,

Taking my mind to classically bizarre scenes.

 

I am an “Errant Knight” of the tripping universe,

Delighted forever, no room for remorse.

Happy to be wandering on the grounds of light, heat, sound and mist,

Provoking me to believe something that doesn’t exist.

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mishika-nambiar
Indian
Published
Sep 23, 2012
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