(Sitting in a train writing this: Brindavan Express: Bangalore - Chennai. 20th October 2009. Time: 6:00PM)
Different trains carry me
Different stations different places
Different faces, different stories
All travelling to a one
One love, one happiness
One destination, an end.
One day a gravestone will lie
Lies here a different man that experienced.
One who followed no norms,
A life lived in his own terms,
A different path he took.
In Music, he was born, found love & greeted death
In Music he found the divine and they eventually met.
A life struggled on a path in true love is worth living than a life lived in a path of hopeful love.
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