i m here on my own
living in hindsight
knowing you yet as a stranger,
a loner and as a wanderer
perhaps not to be is without your being..
distance hurts indeed..
clenched soul as mine needs liberation
from the bounds and knots
from the suffocating living
and someone to come hither
hold hand and pull up,
towards twilight,
towards the mountain top,
towards the flowing river,
towards the green woods,
towards the waterfalls,
towards the valleys and wilds,
towards the divine sky,
towards wherever there exists
a mere presence of love
and blossoming life..
where sun rises,
where everything appears equal,
where life begins,
where nature sings,
where flowers bloom,
where birds fly
and where perhaps you be...
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