manasarovar....
heard of that place...i think i may not have spelt it right but yeah it exists...deep and high in the mystic himalayas...
tehre are caves in it...many and mysterious...
a two way one
like a case or few
an open end and a closed
its destiny luck or choice that sways in your pocket...believe it or not...one of these forms are with you...
to one end the pureoxygen your lungs are not used to whihc make you wonder if it is a dream,the birds that keep you company and at peace...the snow filled layers of love that give you a warmth you've known and had but never once touched or touched and got burnt.
to the other you move away from the light of kindness reach misty dark end still trying to find you way...
on ethe way remembering the freshness of out and wodnering what made you wade you way in...the sudden doze off you wake up from seeing the chirps turning into vultures' calls...nightmares and nightmares and tears rolling down....
a lovely dream broken by heat of the cold...and sorrow
all this the tip of friendship you are the traveller to decide...oxygen or not
i've wandered both the ways...and think (though hope not)that i always will...but pray that all get only o2 except for some undeserving...........have more words in my head..but they seem to be refusing to let go of my thoughts right now....maybe some other time....
heard of that place...i think i may not have spelt it right but yeah it exists...deep and high in the mystic himalayas...
tehre are caves in it...many and mysterious...
a two way one
like a case or few
an open end and a closed
its destiny luck or choice that sways in your pocket...believe it or not...one of these forms are with you...
to one end the pureoxygen your lungs are not used to whihc make you wonder if it is a dream,the birds that keep you company and at peace...the snow filled layers of love that give you a warmth you've known and had but never once touched or touched and got burnt.
to the other you move away from the light of kindness reach misty dark end still trying to find you way...
on ethe way remembering the freshness of out and wodnering what made you wade you way in...the sudden doze off you wake up from seeing the chirps turning into vultures' calls...nightmares and nightmares and tears rolling down....
a lovely dream broken by heat of the cold...and sorrow
all this the tip of friendship you are the traveller to decide...oxygen or not
i've wandered both the ways...and think (though hope not)that i always will...but pray that all get only o2 except for some undeserving...........have more words in my head..but they seem to be refusing to let go of my thoughts right now....maybe some other time....
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