The green tunnel
In a dream
I think, was it
Mint flavor and methamphetamine
Lurking in my thoughts
Those visions still give a rough ache
Being a passenger is a punishable offense
Dreams casting shadow over reality
From the dawn of time to its dusk line
Questions remain
Untie the folds of time
Soul still remains
And will remain
'I' and the 'infinite I'
Let soul taste the taste of death
But I will wake back in Barzakh
Till then I wait
Sigh
And see paradise in my dreams
Sitting there along the stream
The Grim Reaper
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
The green tunnel
In a dream
I think, was it
Mint flavor and methamphetamine
Lurking in my thoughts
Those visions still give a rough ache
Being a passenger is a punishable offense
Dreams casting shadow over reality
From the dawn of time to its dusk line
Questions remain
Untie the folds of time
Soul still remains
And will remain
'I' and the 'infinite I'
Let soul taste the taste of death
But I will wake back in Barzakh
Till then I wait
Sigh
And see paradise in my dreams
Sitting there along the stream
The Grim Reaper
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