Journey Poem by Vinit Kumar

Freedom in recluse,
Joy evades all constraints,
Thoughts gradually sink deep,
Reaching liberation, profound imagination,
In a state of no rush, no fuss,
Though echoes meander around,
Inner peace seldom worries about,
Patronising time but no clock.
No clock, no stop,
Actions flow like a molten rock; defined in fluid form.
So, dress up, straight up.
No mask, no makeup.
No grief, no blithe,
Nothing temporal.
Just Keep it simple.
A beginning that's humble.
And an end memorable.