QUERIDA’S QUEST


I’m the parched soul searching my oasis,
Amidst the beige-shaded desert,
Unaware of the truths and lies of life.

Perhaps the elixirs being infront of me,
Perhaps I’m blind to warming panacea,
Then why I’m the parched soul searching my oasis?

Fetch me philtre to sow love in me,
Perhaps I’m not for lustful brews,
Being unaware of the truths and lies of life.

Other livings in the wilds beckoning me,
To feel the mirages, taste or touch them,
’cause I’m the parched soul searching my oasis.

Should I split out of my veneer and tred?
Towards the meadows of green films,
But I fear, unaware of the truths and lies of life.

What should I ponder about and resolve upon?
Am I made for desires or painted for love?
Still I’m the parched soul searching my oasis,
Unaware of the truths and lies of life.
-manu

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