An 'Unauthorized' Search Poem by Francis Kuruvilla

The search is still running
Covering paths with thorns of anguish..
No light no faith no fantasies
Will i find the long banished truth..
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The heart has wound to clueless maze
Dark corners with ghosts of spiders..
Dont want this miniature of hell
Badly i want it, the outdated truth..
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Alone am i, a strange mystery
Traveller even without a shadow..
Wakes up at middle of night wondering
Where to search for the gleamless truth..
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Still detest moon from love poems
Still angry with heartless teachings..
I know the man, i know the woman
I know the ones swallowed by God..
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Search is still running
To define, to reunite to my source..
Wishes to my mind.'carry on, will find it'
A lie to calm the depressed mind..