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The Grass of Life
I call it the philosopher’s stoneThat turned my metallic life to gold Burning down the memories With charcoal of miseries.
De-seeding the agony From this mind, Refining the delusions From these sadist eyes, Rolling down the memory lanes It looked like The elixir of life, That made its way Through heaven and hell.
Changing visions Every time Floating memories Came in front of eyes Minutes looked like hours And hours seemed eternity Body felt numb And I desired to fly Finally my wish Got an alibi
World looked so small Emotions even smaller Love and hate couldn’t be seen It was an ephemeral beauty. The light around Got brighter As I went a little higher
Finally the blanket of darkness Was taken over by the light It was the moment That finally made me smile The pain Seemed like a bliss And the curse Of knowledge Was finally abolished…..
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