Delta One

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Where is this home which I cannot find
I have gone to the farthest horizons-
And to the hazy shores
Yet, this home which is missing
I could not even find its door
So I climbed the mountains and sat in their sinful peace
But the home I was looking for–
I could not find its lost keys
Even the desert was as empty as it could be
Because the earth oozed this cold bitterness
I turned inwards to my soul
But it was not at ease
And I tried looking for this home then
In the heavens, people and even trees
They were as haunted as they could ever be
And maybe vagrants are not meant–
To find a home
Or maybe it was never meant to be
So I turned away from myself
And maybe that is why home was lost to me
Or maybe, within me there was nowhere to go
So it is was cold and hollow as it could be
And even the stray raven has a place to go
So maybe–
It was not about where I am going
But where I was coming from
But alas!
Even there I could not find
A place to rest my torpor
And that is why the space was as daunting as it could ever be

In Which, Leaves Turn Grey

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“The Dark never enters, but it also never leaves”

The leaves meditated

Beneath the purple sky

Above the yellow fiery sea

They had fallen from the tree,

After living for hundred score years and three

Now, what did they see

Birds in a sequence and ships in a fleet

The leaves meditated

What did they feel?

Has Spring gone already? Has Autumn come?

They moved with the soft waves

And what did they hear?

Was it the sound of rain!

They meditated…

They had fallen from a tree

After living for hundred score years and three

Now they were ashore

They meditated for long

Then they turned grey.

“The Dark never enters, but it also never leaves”