With every step I rise
I see this mysterious
hand around my shoulders
Curling up my identity
Fondling my deepest
secrets
Buried deep in my treasure
of Subconscious.
This Stranger calls by my
nameless name
In the middle of the
darkness of the star-lit sea
Picking up the un-acquaintanceship
of my ideal life
from the death-dead
apprehensions
This unmeetable carries
my soul
As we pass through the
unenlightened ideas
In search of the
beautiful unknown 'new’.
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