Destination


When I first picked up my pen,
To scribble down my thoughts,
I knew nothing but God.
Years passed by,
The word God took different forms-
From Emotions,
Life,
Love,
Confusions.
All encapsulated into one - Him.
Today when I pick up to
Ornate the paper with thoughts,
Paraphernalia of maze covers me.
From humans to animals,
From hatred to love.
All thoughts merge into the Almighty.
Elated to witness from where I started and where I stand,
The Source remains the same.
The destination also into him.
Him or her doesn’t matter anymore,
It is an energy,
Which produced me,
Which engulfs me,
Which will take me away.

© Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

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