The lonely traveler....

The hindrance, in the ever flowing mind,
The love for hate, is the biggest aversion...
We catch the train to the unforeseen destination,
We cross all the nation...
Never came to understand the divine operation
Let’s stand up and use the cosmic binoculars,
And foresee the aura of our thoughts and its powers...
Then we may conclude being a real traveller...

We transcend to this realm to understand the divinity of “love”
Partaking every step of the pre-conceived life of constructed human mind
We get lost amidst the reality and illusion...
Then we start the fight of finding the “sign” of being
into the mission to get lost in the unlimited light of glowing imagination...
What we collect on the way,
Is reduced to be a mere intangible experience.