With each passing night came a day gone,
I’m in search of something.
I don’t know what it is,
But I’m searching for things.
May be answers to my dilemma,
or reasons for my confusions,
or a right path to head on from crossroads,
or a lost me.
I pull my luggage,
Put it on my shoulders,
Walk towards my hometown.
The journey tells me tales of there being,
Their existence speaks a lot to me,
Situations, surroundings, atmosphere,
Everything tries to build emotions in me.
I pick up my pen like hundreds of time,
Especially when I meet someone and try to note down,
But I fail to do so;
Because my soul stops my fingers to run that way,
They want to be adaptable than expressive.
I lost the good vibes,
My thoughts started draining out,
And my inner being became like a chaos.
I turned into someone I never wanted to be;
I lost the actual me.
I’m still searching those vibes, thoughts and emotions.
I’m still a chaos,
I’m still a mess of thoughts,
And I’m still searching myself;
I’m still solving myself.
I’m still finding the path,
I yet keep walking around.
And searching myself….💫
* 06.11.2017, Dear diary
(A journey to hometown for vacations)