Chaotic Love

Love, is it not sweet and passionate The wanderer and the predetermined Sinking with the sail of dawn And drifting with the wind of dusk Love, is it not a dream of lust A spell of kiss, the pride of a huge chest The fragrance of the earth so wet Chaotic yet promise of comforts. © Akhand … Continue reading

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Bowing My Head Further Down

Discern the ideals of my heart! I am a seeker who seeks nothing I am beggar who does not beg for anything Fathom the mysteries in me I am a devotee drifting from door to door I am a wanderer, roaming from one land to another Bowing my head even further down I come to this … Continue reading

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