When I started I thought “I’m lost”.
But when things started to make sense, I felt there isn’t anything as good as”being lost”.
Days passed by and I realized there isn’t a destination so how could one get “lost”.
Contemplating, if life is to be taken serious stuck my head “hard”.
With intricate and meaningful yet void thoughts.
I wandered in a vain search for motive which again wasn’t my motive at all.
Felt everything which crossed my way and few which were pretty across.
In search of something which never had a form yet real but not physical and definite.
I fell in love or I think I did, which again is neither a feeling to be attached nor to get you feel desolated.
Love wasn’t a person or place.
Love with little deeds of fallacy and day to day comforts.
With an unheard, abstract and unobtrusive undertone,
I have a complete turmoil, an inter-conflicting battle in my head.
They say, the biggest battles are fought and won in solitude.
I do that in the silence of the mind.
I beg not be heard, neither to be tried.
It isn’t a just to underlay my thoughts and go for the superficial life outside.
I need to go and follow my unfinished dreams which will always remain that way.
The day I finish them,
It would either be for for comforting my mind or owing to the fact that I lost myself
In trying to be just and finding valid answers for life and its purpose.