Mysticism of Arabian roads
Deserts, women, knives on frost
Waist swings through rounds of fires
Colorful glasses breathing desire
Ambers of fire in wind
Melting out snow’s offspring
Fabric of passion
Stitched with pain
Voice from the bottom of pit
There it dances
Colliding amidst strings
Those sensitive linen beings
They go round that cream
Cream that jumps with expressions
Twinkle in eyes cosmic fashions
Whooshing with wind and fire
Thirsting for flood
Dancing upon mud
Some ragas of East
Shrills from middle – East
Aah!!! it’s a pleasure
To sit upon that treasure
Of darkness and glory
A painful story
Of chaos and bliss
Of flute’s kiss
The story never ends
It has a new beginning at every end
In circles it goes
Dance and murders
Songs and growls
Yet! the celebration of emotions
Many Lives many notions
Written by - Mystical Wanderer
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