Into the depths of the heart,
a journey is undertaken in solitude ,
walking alone on the rough edges,
The sole gets hurt with piercing pain…
The road which goes within,
into the dwellings of the stream,
whose source is the rich mute bosom ,
from where it flows endlessly with water pristine…
is never traversed with anyone,
people around,or amidst the crowd…
the journey of this kind…
is rare and occasionally found….
But moments in life do concur,
bring to light such endeavour,
when everyone has to map this distance ,
the gap with conscience, depth and wisdom…
to carry forth the life’s continous wave …
for ceaseless never ending ritual…
Destined it is for every soul,
be it now or later unknown,
groping in the dark some fall,
some get dazzled by the luminous core,
Varying feelings, varying thoughts,
according to the body and mind’s ball,
…Such a moment is sure to begin…
when we stand alone on the path…
and set about the journey within …
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