JourneyA Poem by Sunya nothing much Yes, we could talk for ages, and so beautifully, like travelling on a tour bus, drinking beer and smoking weed, looking outside the window on the back seat, at the river parallel to our journey, and each turn, bringing new photographs, of natural beauty, and faces of different culture, listening to blues on the headphones, like a background music to it all,, like the time has stopped, and we keep moving, through bridges, tunnels and cliffs, forgetting our destiny.... yes, we could talk for ages, and so vibrantly, like the music in the forest, like a moving wind mill, like the shining sun, like a gigantic waterfall, like a throbbing heartbeat, Yes, we could talk for ages, And so silently, like a Buddha on his wakefulness, like an old man lost in nostalgia, like a lake in the meadow, like a child in its sleep, like a housewife in her rest, like a sand in the beach, like a ocean in its deep.... Yes, we could talk for ages, and ages would be a moment, yes, we could talk ages, and so beautifully, like the first rays of the sun, so beautifully,
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SunyaKathmandu, Lalitpur, NepalAboutI am a laughter, a tear and both, A subtle sense of knowing the whole, A space in which the ALL evolves, A celebration of eternal, where ALL dissolves, A candle rooted on its candlestick, I am .. more..Writing
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