IN SEARCH OF A REALM
BISWAJIT
At times, my time tires me
Scorchingly world fires me,
I shelter in my cool past.
I dive deep, swim in passion
For nothing— I gain pure pleasure,
When mortals deny what I deserved
Immortals bless me due treasure.
It is battle, we loosely call life.
Foes are those— our misdeeds.
Vainness trains us, toughen.
Heart is the king, yet pleads.
Lofty life lures, look ahead,
We must shine, and overgrow,
Am I looking awesome today,Together we'll better tomorrow.
World remains alien's island
Unless we live to our soul,
If, by luck, you met yours mate,
Blend your ways to yours holy goal.
Flooded by that auspicious love,
Ride the wave, reach your kingdom.
Where two hearts fuse into one,
That's your palace; own sweet home.
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