Every pinnacle of the universe
Spreads fragrance of the ‘musk’
The mysterious aromatic beauty of the sense
Gratifies me with bliss and thrill
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Seeking Nirvana
Every pinnacle of the universe
Spreads fragrance of the ‘musk’
The mysterious aromatic beauty of the sense
Gratifies me with bliss and thrill
With pulsating heart and mind
In this elation, I am on the go from this end to that end
From forest to the field
Everywhere
Opening my nostril wide in the abyss
Seeking the sense of the fragrance
Elation knows no bound
I am wild
I am ignorant
To realize
Either I rush or the ‘musk’ dash
In every field, forest, hill and plain
My wits
My reflection
My contemplation
Focus on
Sprinting and wondering
For the invisible musk
The centre of whiff
In my senseless cranium
Sniffing and whiffing
Like the repeated bleating
Of the simple sheep in the slaughter farm
Ending the life in barbaric butchery
Or like the flies dancing close to the light
Before burning in the fire
I am orbiting in the circle after circle
Making a small and then bigger orbit
Here and there and everywhere
Only in search of my own fragrance of the musk
The whole rationale of ‘being’ in this universe
The search for perfume inside me
The magnetic force of my ‘self’
I am lost, sunk in the depth
All over, deceased, futile, ash and dust
Wasting all my life in vain
Again I am taking the same long route
Rebirth, suffering and pain
Only to realise the musk inside me
‘You are that.’