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
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