To Infinity


Your whispers reverberate thousands times,
Like an eternal whirl in the galactic sky it stays inside.
I may not hold this frail fabric of mine,
So I surrender it all to your magnificent shrine.
Though the dust bed seems a little rough,
Rugged may get its outer sphere,
Yet I cry for your name and stop for none.
May I get the flood of your ineffable spirit,
May I get deluged by your everlasting light,
In the sweetest sound of the morning wind
I may get melted in the melodies of your purest sound.
The sky above pictures you through and through.
Craving for you inside, chains the patience of mine In every go.
The spirit inside is a gift of your sanity.
My joy in finding your abode may seem always an insanity.
The sky gets blocked by clouds and it gets darker.
Everyone seems to stray from being your believer.

My existence is an island in your timeless stream.
Oh my master let me have your blissful touch,
Under your expansion let me sleep forever.

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