dehydrated yearnings
for peace
something always stirs
like a cobra
hissing its burning blue venom
outwards towards the sails
through multiple voyages
of my mind
it docks in unknown ports
and knows not where to go
eternally searching
not aware to what to find
t i r e d l y racing
forward to some anonymous goal
losing juice but refueling
from some mysterious fount
within myself.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
1.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
dehydrated yearnings
for peace
something always stirs
like a cobra
hissing its burning blue venom
outwards towards the sails
through multiple voyages
of my mind
it docks in unknown ports
and knows not where to go
eternally searching
not aware to what to find
t i r e d l y racing
forward to some anonymous goal
losing juice but refueling
from some mysterious fount
within myself.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
1.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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