one is born...

one is born... to die
the journey in between
a fathomless one


the journey starts
 to reach the end
the path is me


i met me
somewhere
and carrying the burden
of hopes and despairs


at places its dark
bright at some
some are clear
some dusty

the pace faster..
slower.. rather
to catch up with friends
loner is the soul


it sees the distant
with eye invisible
speaks in silence
always the truth
the hand extended
is from the skies
caring for all the troubles
the conscious gets in!


travel travel loner
gather the stars dust 

the fate has it all
time - knock knock

the final call
lets u take nothing...
and wait for none...!