The forsaken truth lieth under an enormous shroud
Weird wildness, the clime ascends towards an unknown realm
Obscure images lure the eyes through an unlit space
Unfamiliar with the dullness of this intensity, vision feels mislead
An idea of toppling the truth has become an obsession
Lonesome sky flares up and surges ahead with rare fury
Outspread time becomes insubstantial- the pause is stifling
If the images decide to collide and disintegrate into infinite pieces
Boundless magnetism of the bottomless world churns life
Who dwells there, none can gauge the identity of their intentions
One cannot feel the images of other travellers through layers
Sighs are lost somewhere in the shadow of a crumbling world
Weakness cannot be disguised in the entire episode of revelation
~Amitav
It might be forsaken but it always finds a way to be seen.
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They actually do. The universe has a way with our consciousness and how they become a reality. Only the true dreams.
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Your poems are so deep! Just love it😊
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Thank you so much, Aditi 🙂
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Most welcome😊😊
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