On the way back home –the poem
Barren musings of mind
Heart to throw on the way to home,
Terrain rustic so bright
Nerd is the meaning learnt from.
No aim no fame nothing
Just a pot full with untammed desires,
No talk no dream soothing
Only few handfull of forgotton wishes.
Trust is meaning revrese pawn
Spirit is wonded veil of darkest fathom,
Crust of softness fake clown
Yet no silhouted passion true random.
Cartooned affair to mimicry
Heart burnings to light the path vanity,
Even so a lover to harakiry
Fortune dazzle in the flight to eternity.
Crumbled past warmth freezing
Countdown to start up the escapede,
From sense to enigma alluring
Row of inner minds to face a stampede.
Dying once again now
Fading time on the way back home,
Silent hug from thou
Craving hymn from the nub rove.
Breathing thy love
Till I close my eyes ,
Yet few steaps are left
On the way back home.