I guess it is in the moments where eternity meets with life. Extensions in the worldly realms are subject to misery.
I hope my eyes never re-register the spring that bloomed in the fertile garden of July. For October too had some windows to open and December comes with a different carnival each year.
Until then, some pilgrims I see every year
Visit with burning naked feet and soaring yearning voices
Comes to the door of the precise lord
Oh what a heart you got!
That reside in the same God
For I still wonder
Why stop the wander?
___Wandering Dairies Of Priyanka Koley ___