I'm standing stranded on the clueless isle
Shortest distance to life a cent & one mile
My compass asking me for next direction
Searching for even a mirage of destination
Sleepless for nights, eyes begin to sore
Wordless hum of wind; can stand no more
Walking over amorphous stones in the mist
Wondering if I stumble upon my alchemist
In dearth of love, in search of the destiny
Such mundane life trying to make harmony
2 comments:
Dude; this comes as a surprise. how this change of heart? :) Awesome poem!
u were right...agn a new aspect of urs...dat shws u r really articulate...
Awesome man!!
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