An Odyssey ...

Have I come too far?
From the very own bar
That held me and left ajar
The pieces that leave no scar.

Lying is the dust of memories
Shining & grey in their territories
Some burnt some anew with victories
Flagging off the mast of histories.

Day & Night a phenomena of surety
Bringeth a flow of purity
Till its not touched with duality
Of mind & spirit marring its beauty.

Stare not as its a loving gaze
Look within and its all a craze
Hidden yet so open in the haze
That only the reader can lead it all to a blaze.