Vortex of Renewal.

In this life, human beings struggle humans beings. Though, other kinds of struggles prove to be of more importance.Struggles that shake the best of us are the inner struggles with the worst of us!

 

 

Two ways for the same  hour ,

Deep sorrow or deep solitude. 

One other move evanesce my power,

Hasty feelings decline the mood .

I flow , I flow ,

Then I flow.

Then , I go,

My coffee is still not fit,

And talks to me a lot .

And I laugh, it is still dark.

Wear my shoes .Wear!

Wear them and HEAR,

Hear them grit .

And my coffee is still hot,

Yet my friends are not that lot .

Comes the rain, then plays around,

Like single tingle makes the sound .

No other wound my heart do  promise,

You'll find the route that brings your  omens.

You want  the morning the night you found,

The spikes unveiled and dreams to ground.

I flow and I flow,

Then , choose to go .

And turn around.

Now, I'm older in mood and air,

Empty from courage and fear.

 I draw the lines for the end ,

And count the years for me to spend.

I'm no longer alone,

Passing by  that silent zone,

And talking to that  stone.

I found you" myself";

I found the "me"

I found the key.

I'm no longer a prisoner of dreams,

Nor a wistful for that it seems.

I found the self in me;

You found the me in the self.

And now,

Only now, I see the ray.

Between the heads I come to sway,

Amidst the dark I find my way.

I cross and cross the street ,

I look for the "me" and bleed my feet.

The breezes visit and lost depart;

Consume my "me" and break my heart.