Single World The clouds of no ends widening in diaspora links The invisible wave seems too strong should I go or should I stay The tale wingle in my mind As lonely as Robin Crusoe I wonder and ponder on whom should I seek answers Yet, the vehement wind push me away from the path I stick for strength Oh! Why? Why? Or It is the means used that make the mean to be so mean in which even the narrow hope is an atom for more pain and hate Within the deserts of thoughts I craved for better day, better ways, better mind Even in this sweet madness, the wicked hearts mever cease to sanction its own hearts To be honestly dishonest is the optimistic mind of deceitful heart Though, everything has its juncture, time will tell the story Now struggling back to my single world, an independent world It is either pain or gain you either win or loose but, still your determine traits distinguish you from others . I seek to be the Tree with Fruits in the Desert even when I know Life is full of entry and exit in this Single World.
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 11:02:05 +0000