A journey within....

Journeying to inner soul reveals newer and newer images of own wishes, failings, deeds and follies and it takes different paths that has never been dreamed before...it takes to an unknown self...

Only roses know the best of love

And lips know the saddest lies

So do I of a weird dream

That bleeds but never dies

 

The temple bears the deeds and sins

And the rainbow bears the rays

So do I of an autumn morn

That shines but never stays

 

The faces hide the nicest soul

And wings hide a deadly flight

So do I of a fallen leaf

That severs but never loses delight

 

Only kids listen to unknown tales

And hearts listen to a sigh

So do I to the mourner's dirge

That surrounds but is never nigh

 

Trees whisper to new-born birds

And dews whisper to aging night

So do I to my own reasons

That revolt but never fight

 

The winter walks to season's seed

And the spring walks its green

So do I to the Holy Cross

That beckons but never lets me in