I am in the horizon
Between earth and heaven
Waiting for something to happen
The urge to escape from the prosaic existence
Into the infinite cosmos
A desire to feel the profound
To survive the tides
Punctuating my life
The feeling of listlessness
Pushing me, in my fortress of solitude
Where I question the very purpose of my existence
What is it, I seek
Is this a process of self discovery
If so, why does it resurface time and again
Tormenting me with infesting questions
Why me
The answers, elude
Maybe coz, it's a feeling to be nourished by inner vision
Too strong
To be extinguished by the evidence of senses
© LR
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