I want to be a silent viewer
Like lifting peaks of the Himalaya,
Thinker like mossy stones
Across the cradle of the earth,
...
Life is a wet torn piece of paper
In the debris of Time,
Where past is flickering twilight
Future is optimistic like lover,
...
Desire
I want to be a silent viewer
Like lifting peaks of the Himalaya,
Thinker like mossy stones
Across the cradle of the earth,
Dreamer like craving eyes of nestling,
Lover like creeper around Nature,
I want to be a tireless traveler
Like a grey running road ever,
And be restive like soaring wings,
I want to live beyond rest
Through the broken wiling-crest,
I want to be a new ever new
Amid entrance and exit,
Like wave of the wavy ocean
I want to be rhythmic beat;
Holding countless feelings
Like patient starry sky,
Let me awake above the barren soil
Sucking the breast of the best;
Let my desire be arch
Like bathing sun in the west,
Like shining hope of basking beach
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