I look abnormally at my footsteps
and see how close I am
to where I begun
In miles, its many
in direction, its none
in revelation, its grand
in gain, nothing
I continue, to chase
hop choices, to find order
I pass
landscapes, stories, men, love, skies
I invariably find
an alluring destination
This is chase
it is better than ignorance
This is chase
much poor than harmony
Shringi
1 November 2012
In miles, its many
ReplyDeletein direction, its none
in revelation, its grand
in gain, nothing
Quite universal, this :)
Quite you, the rest.
so beautiful
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