The sierras cough up the uncherished feeling
of my presence just below their throat..
Wthdrawn from the decor of life
I climb miles,up and down
these hills wondering why i do it,
I was destitute only in faith
faith in your plans,
the irrelevance of most of them
Perhaps i am
the only coin at the bottom of a wishing well,
With a heaviness not entirely my heart's
I look around and i feel we live in it
You have a lot to wish for,
But another day if you take that leap
The oceans shall lie still
and resonance will be universal
Meet me in my journeys,i will talk to you like
a friend,like a lover
and then there will be two
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| Mahabaleshwar,India |
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