there is an addiction in longing
nothing more sweetly painful than yearning
the ecstasy of discovering omen's everywhere
the intoxication of every moment getting accentuated
The addicts are mostly travellers
with a spirit to fall of the map each time
sometime its in the path of the heart
other times the quest of the spirit
like a drug it rushes through the vain
mind, body and spirit loose their duality
all that is left is longing
love, life, lust, all gently peeping
from the veil, the wind & longing
from Rumi to Shams
from Meera to krishna
Dancing, collapsing & expanding
what of the world?
reality comfort and knowing
all are fickle friends now
all that remains is longing
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