Cure

In a dream, I saw
Garden of Eden
rivers of milk, flowers of heaven
tree of life
Soul still
Just unsatisfied
missed your presence
you who I sought
for whom I fought
battles of will
essence
piety
society
woke up all bare
sweat running through my hair
a beat then revealed
open secret of billion years
Heart is your home
Most of us wandering
True explorers are some
Don’t want garden
Don’t need heaven
Just let your presence felt
in dark blackened heart
Cure the incurable

Highway to heaven

road was long,
gradient steep,
deeds difficult,
slowness prolongs,
the journey
till you reach,
heaven
number seven
in your sleep
wake up
promises to keep
blind leap
Don’t be short
kindness, love
humanity
Soul sanity
prerequisites
No spins
pure truth
good doings
some sins
will be
hopefully
faithfully
enough