I sit in the dark lane,
a lane of thoughts,
that is called.
Peeping with noise,
i tell them to stay....
stay because i want to unfold myself.
The Self?
Errr..
What is my self?
That self which spills with confused thoughts?
Blinkered,
Blinded.
Or
The silent one,
which smiles deep inside?
I begin to walk,
an awakened walk...
in harmony with both the selves.
want to walk till the shores of...
the supreme,
that supreme which is the infinite,
and that infinite is in little me!
He is the unreachable,
still i sometimes manage to reach.
But soon he evades,
impregnates me with those two.
And i sit again .
all exasperated in my lane,
a lane of thoughts that is called...
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 8:04 AM UTC
I sit in the dark lane,
a lane of thoughts,
that is called.
Peeping with noise,
i tell them to stay....
stay because i want to unfold myself.
The Self?
Errr..
What is my self?
That self which spills with confused thoughts?
Blinkered,
Blinded.
Or
The silent one,
which smiles deep inside?
I begin to walk,
an awakened walk...
in harmony with both the selves.
want to walk till the shores of...
the supreme,
that supreme which is the infinite,
and that infinite is in little me!
He is the unreachable,
still i sometimes manage to reach.
But soon he evades,
impregnates me with those two.
And i sit again .
all exasperated in my lane,
a lane of thoughts that is called...
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