PURSUIT OF ME : BEING
In this awakening darkness
What am I searching for ,
The echoes of my soul
The solitude , and the humming tone of my thoughts.
Wrapped up with the blanket of misty fog of night
Not getting a clue of left or right,
Walking down with the crawling pace
Breaking the silence of that space.
The murmur of the leaves, trying to spalsh the peace
The howl of wind whispering to the trees,
And I am on my way to treasure my echoes of soul
Obliterating that , it cannot be find with much of ease .
The moonlit night gradually about to disappear
And there creeps in the crack of dawn
O, look wat I got , the water image of my own
I can behold my echoes, touch my soul.
O, its in me, that way is the heart of my own
With which I was born.
Finally I have found my presence
My being with my complete sentiments.
P.S – Pic courtesy Google.