I am anonymous to you
But we know in our white hearts
the unique way we look at things
We meet on a common ground
in the afterglow of our celestial dreams
The world of reading between the lines
where we reside in between the words
Star crossed lovers with no end in sight
Here, Jupiter is in our palms
Metamorphosis of our inner world
Ethereal looks, do we accept our destiny
of never meeting in the material world?
Only the wish for it remains
We touch and our whole beings glow
We know the mountain we need to ride
Our story is the meeting of lands
of the mountains that are formed
At the zenith of which I wait
waiting for you to rise
Till then I close my eyes to all sunrise
and wait to sleep in your embrace
I wait till you are awake
I wait till our ignorance is mesmerised
Smoke words every day. 
Oh my! Waiting is hard… and that’ll be a particularly long one!
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Nice post.
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“The world of reading between the lines…Only the wish for it remains…Till then I close my eyes to all sunrise…”
These lines popped out to me in each stanza. Love this poem.
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We are being taught to forget how to read. It is deliberate. Now just imagine the implications of such a thing? They are sending us back into the desert. It’s all deliberate. There intention is to wipe out coloured people. It’s deliberate.
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Rahul the team is complete. Join RatsAssReview@googlegroups.com welcome to My Archipelago everyone.
I’m Sergio and I’m dying to get to know all of you.
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