THE WANDERLUSTS.

THE WANDERLUSTS…

My thirsty eyes
Have cracked open to arid winds
That blow from faraway lands.
My supper lies cold before me
And the hunger has been long absent.
All tools of transformation
Are restless to bring in change
But I stand in tsunamis of destined plans.
Where are the blinking stars
That was once upon lighthouses?
Direction remains unknown,
Only the journey prevails…
However, there is abandon
And freedom from all worry.
Only an ecstasy prevails
That licks its own wounds…
In this timelessness
And euphoric galaxies…
I slip on and on
Towards my wanderlusts…

Musings of the awakening soul.

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