From here the mountain of dream ends,
And the ocean of the infinity invites.
The birds chirping and hustles of the oak,
Echoes a known crowd, experiences.
With a thousand mutiny in mind
There are enough miles in this journey,
Of love, lust, grief and undying zeal
To add more and more, to go on and on.
A moment transforms all meaning.
Like a tattered cloth I shall drop now,
The thoughts, the dreams so dear
In sand dunes of the deserted summer.
These people are now my living spirit,
Their needs are my colossal columns,
To strengthen them assures a roof.
The famine in those faces now impel
To conquer the dream of past ages.
A moment transforms all meaning.
Hermit to hermit will pass on my baton
Of love and lead the unseen kiln in storm.
Like life, death too has a meaning unturned,
Our pebbles and stones do not make
Castles of eternity, or save us in grave.
Feed the sunken lips of someone, someday
Under scorching sun or cold winter moon.
Then our soul would not wander ever
As a moment transforms all meaning.
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Thanks…keep reading!!!
Bhai, no words to explain…..simply HATS UP… again & again. I know that those days are not going to come again in our life when you make me understand all ur poems line by line to me but dear let me tell you all your creatives are very precious.I m proud to be one of your friend….Regards
Am glad you remember those days that I used read my poems with their meanings and we would spend hours under the tree through seasons. Great to have a friend like you…some day again we shall meet and again I shall read my verse…Tek care!