First we want to become someone in life and then when we get our first step we feel exonerated but like every moment this one also doesn’t last long. Like many other addiction we humans get addicted to success and praise. And now to maintain this we start doing things we don't want. And then to maintain the achievements we trade ourselves and our dreams '
So we end up losing our own self and become alien to one....
The Lost Traveller
Exonerated yet caught between likes
Dimly words have infused another life
I Was Filled with colors but have folded them in day light
Forecasting tomorrow has taken my today's life
Sentence has ended but words are still running in my mind
How did I enter the world with this open mind
Only to be cluttered with insecurities that haven't even been mine
Illusion has gripped my moral sense
Exasperated soul has seen the end
The world will buffer some people will suffer and
some leave without their ascend
But Before nature takes its call before my time takes it all
In the middle of this catastrophe
I will descend from this journey of worldly war
Break the clutches and leave them all
Open the box and leave everything to fall
Until I find the color that had my call
Paint myself and leave to patrol
Before a broken rubber can erase it all.