SELF AS THE LOST ENTITY


A spot been so cherished
Always as a spotlight.
Known to you may be the reality of existence
Lips, as a silent sigh
Let the distances be narrow now
Your existence is like dawn for me
Known to you who stayed in and who stayed out.
Like glow worms
An illuminating in-source
Trailing along the lines and points somewhere I just meet maples
Swift breeze in a Whirlpool
As if a lost coin
How should I tell u
A shelter in itself
I shall become a fanatic in your being
Rolling in as
Sparkling in those eyes
Somehow this city should be deserted
so as I would see you just my cherished
How shall I speak talk of my heart
‘’ As a wanderer’’


Location: Jammu and Kashmir

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