Pilgrimage

Do you ever imagine that mayebe there are different colors different sounds..
That none can see none can hear..
A color a comfort..a sound a space..
That belongs to none but the purest souls..
For maybe the weak ones arnt strong enough to feel it..

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Past black and past white..
Past the vibgyor that define the heaven
I belive there is an end where there would be no end..
It would be this place..
Where atlast my thirst would find its water..
Even if this is a mirage I dont mind attempting to follow……

The soul is soo strong soo much hidden beneath this hollow shrine
My pilgimage would be to uncover the secrets and be able to
See all the forevers for whom now I am inferior….

love,
lavanya

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