Alonely Traveler

My Journey neither started with birth,

Nor ends with Death.

I’m Traveler, I’m going ahead

Neither I’m Birth, Nor Death

My presence is just like the above couplet,

Passed at the moment, you’ve read it.

It’s just like a wind,

You Miss,

If try to hold in your fist.

I’m Traveler, I’m going ahead

Neither I’m Birth, Nor Death

This world is my Door,

From which I Enter & Exit.

But my existence persists,

Before Entry and after the Exit.

I’m Traveler, I’m going ahead

Neither I’m Birth, Nor Death

Path is my Destination,

Nowhere else to reach.

I flow as wind,

Drifting to dry leaf.

I’m Traveler, I’m going ahead

Neither I’m Birth, Nor Death

I’m an observer of,

Conscious, Unconscious,

World, & the Salvation, 

Shearing dualities to unity,

With the sword of Meditation.

& sinking in abyssal depths of the ocean.

I’m Traveler, I’m going ahead

Neither I’m Birth, Nor Death

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