Sunday, 11 July 2010


Those who traveled
Far and wide
To and fro time
In pursuit of passion
With measured madness
To seek the glory
Of knowledge divine
Devoured pages
Of ink and gold
And gained in return
Priceless ignorance
Clueless, they retrace steps
Again in endless quest
Of life and death
And beyond
In the darkened nights
Of fear and dread
I hear their tread
Their sighs and sobs
As they roam the
Roads to horizon
Screaming in
Frenzied desperation
“Illusion, it is just
Illusion, no more,
no less”
Befooled, bemoans
The wind in
Eerie resignation
“Illusion, it is
Illusion, no more,
No less”

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