Left alone is a destiny of a traveller


All come and all go,

Left alone is a destiny of a traveller,

Caught in a mist of a fancy world ,

Traveller wonders what is true and what is not..

Perfection is just a mirage , playing with a traveller,

Imperfection is a mirror , showing all what  is there,

Making traveller wander more, to see the world the way he wants..


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Why so much worry,when all is temporary


What is there for you, for always,

What is there for me, for always..

Why do waste all, on thinking what will come next,

Why do kill what is lying here, at this jest..

We know tomorrow is the  day, we will die for sure,

Then why afraid of embracing, what is lying here for sure..

There is so much worry why ? when all is temporary for sure..

Answers of all here only, then all this mist of complicacy, why ?

Go, be a killer,  Kill all whys and live your life,

or be a loser, lost in all whys and let this why kill your life…


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