Lights are turned on In a narrow pathway Of a historical secrecy Where coded scriptures Appear seemingly closer To the moral battle Of a conqueror who Unearths a lie everyday When love dies in your arms With a pale upholstery Confusion murmurs Little things about A boring raga playing Notes of wishful Mind games to Snippets of reality The marooned legend In a cavern so deep Prompts the yogi in You to breathe The faith of nihilism Cathartic to the recluse Who lives beneath the Darkened leaves Tags: nayana's poem , nihilism , faith aoljpictureUpload , aoljpictureUpload_1
Many parallel universes built together by a few percent of the mind. A contradicting power house that brings down roofs of unresiding thoughts.