Free from the clutches of time
Free from the nudges of love
Free from the grudges of heart
Free from the critics of mind
The irony is
This spirited
soul isEntrapped in it’s own vastness
Lost in it’s own emptiness
Hiding in it’s own darkness
Drifting in it’s own wilderness
Yes, this soul
is liberated from one moment
To be engulfed
into the destiny of another
Moments that
touch me and retreat
Like the waves
on my feetLike the music created in every beat
Like the stars shining down to greet
Each moment
seeks acceptance in my core
Gelling in
with the inner calmness and uproarMoments trapped in a vicious circle
Etched as memory happy or dull
Some might turn out to be eternal
As they live through time immortal
I am in pursuit
of creating such moments
Existence
glorified by finding purpose of life!
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