THE ULTIMATE I am a solitary traveler Travelling the paths of life, Days and years roll over Detach and slip like dry leaves By the invisible winds of time Only to get blown-off Deep into the layers of past. Life... At times a turbulent ocean At times a nightmarish dream At times a delightful illusion At times a fleeting glorification; Living in fleecing delusions With presence of mind at times With erratic bent of mind at times Rarely can someone reach The precincts of enlightenment By climbing the steps Of desirelessness Of selflessness And ‘the ultimate’ righteousness.
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