Claiming to be truth
And to take me to the ultimate truth
It asked me to cut my wings
I refused
From the depth of the sea
He again called me
To drown self in the depth of the truth
To lose very existence in this pursuit
Cut all desires by its root
Another call he made
To absent yourself from illusions
Pass by forest and climb every mountain
You won’t find anything but you alone.
The whisperer kept whispering to me
The pure mind does not need memory to remember
Ever such call to merge with the light
Losing identity looked futile
As I passed by this phase, I am still alive.