Has the world been created for you,
Or you have been created for the world?
They say, world is temporal,
Then, why love the world,
Thinking eternal it to be?
You could be in the heaven,
Lord over the angels,
Or be on the earth in wilderness,
Weeping for the paradise lost;
And still you be a human being,
Wherever you might be.
Forever lost in wild thoughts you be not,
In the thorny groves of your mind,
Where holy spirits weep;
Come out of the realm of wild thoughts,
And stop living mournful and painful life,
In the world where thoughts meet despair and chaos;
Mystic souls yearn for peace in the world,
And for contentment in the heart;
Even in the dance of ghosts' shadows,
They despair not;
This mystic realm is open for all;
So rise above all barriers and stand tall;
Know that everything ends,
But a mystic's love does not.
For within his grasp lies the key to unlock,
The secrets of what the reality could be.
MyKoul
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