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A corner of the sky glows with a warm golden light
as if you playfully splashed colors on the book of life –
The things that weigh down ordinary days dissolve
in a haze, realization grows from the heart of strife –
The city of our times is shrouded with deathly dust
as if Ghalib’s ghazals finally broke their link with life –
Life’s journey often seems a desert day mirage
Come night, the moon and stars, the sky a festival of lights –
Walk with me, be my friend, let’s see the sights of this city together
Time is short, and who has seen the destination of life –
Walk with me. Our breaths need masks. Our thoughts don’t.
Beautiful, MJ!
Lots of mysticism and intrigue here. Thanks for sharing! I am a Creative Life Coach and have a poetry blog in case you have time to read? http://www.peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com and I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively – let’s follow each other if you use this medium? You can also find me on Facebook under Sam Allen wearing a bright red and orange hat! Have a good day?