THE ALONE TRAVELER
the abutment has some special
meaning, in your conscience,
the definition of love was
embroiled in nodules,
may be it has
taken time,
but
I got it, though enlightenment reached
to destination, too late, this space
between us, has diverse, new
amplitudes, cognition, even
exploration of unknown
horizons, ecstasy
points,
untouched emotion, undiscovered the
cavities of century old thirst, on
that mirage inhabited the
reflection of true life,
I found, the great
views of epics,
on that nice
acme,
may be it's differ to intellectual, so called
masked clergies, or the pseudo
characters, but it's the
absolute fact of
life, that we
were
simply an object to get gaiety for each -
other, the organic binding, now
it's question, that how much
body absorbed the bliss
and how much
provided
the
pleasures, in this procedures did we
touched the soul, did we evolve
from predacity to divinity,
it's enigmatic aspect
of life, not so easy
to follow the
path of
pure
love, amid the passion and adoration
somewhere was my zenith point,
out of dream only one thing
was the realism of life,
unclothed laying
bodies, on
the couch,
inside fetus or on the ignited pyre, just
exposed supreme affection,
nothing more than that,
from cipher to zero
travelling night,
alone nude,
crystal
clear.
