The Traveller
Traveling in the empty void of space
The sense of self has no trace,
No up and no down,
No wrong and no right.
Traveling free of the thought
I feel no more caught.
Free of the worldly bondage,
I float over above the cage.
I learn, I explore, I grow,
Above all I want more to know.
Experience the inexperienced, to know the unknown,
Is the beauty of the emptiness of my own.
Now with all my clear vision,
That Emptiness is a bright illusion.
This is my first poetry and it couldn't have been possible without u :)
ReplyDeletebtw for all who read this, I just wrote random thoughts, she was the one to have made sense from it all and make it in to a poetry..
thanks babe.
p.s. i love the image
p.p.s : i like it..
ReplyDeletejin you are bringing out the poet in satyen..!!!
yeah i was teachin him to write poems
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