I am not sure what to ask for
Bliss we chase ;Sadness we live for
Escape we want ;Victory we cry for
We walk on the land and
land is what We wish to be free from
I am not sure if it will be right
what I ask for?
There are Adventures in within
the absence of light ,
After a mutiny of fall
Stories embedded in me Rise.
In there is not the River I know ,
not the Mountain of snow I saw,
not the Moon pale white;
No bewilderment of any Kind.
I look till the far end
I stood shaken,
How important am I
to have this place taken?
Surrounding Me is a World of art
amidst it what mattered was
How I carry MY Heart.
To summon as I close my Eyes
In the lights of that night
almost in the middle of time,
Justification demanded was
only to check if I was alright.
If the River soothed MY lies
If the Mountains make ME rise
If only the pale moon light
can make MY heavy heart light.
What more shall I ask for
Places I chase shall not be an Escape
for what's heart felt,
In the last breath I tell
Eyes shall look for an uncanny calmness.
In depth as our Grief ,
the smile invoked by our Relief.
In within is the Experience ,
Exploring the world is
mere a Reassurance.
The End to Experience is beyond
there are stations I will feel belonged
I shall walk on lands of every sort
Stories of Despair might be
the bliss we chase for,
our cries remain limitless,
But I am not sure if it is right
For Me to Ask More.
Copyright © Sonali Thakur | Year Posted 2020
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