Life is alluring …or
am i just in an illusion?
Why this ecstasy in a bubble,
leaving the sky clouded…?

From saint to beggar
longing to quench the
unsatisfied appetite …
either to amuse soul or body.
will they ever be able to succeed..?

Why this drought everywhere?
Restless earth spinning with all her strength,
Bright sun burning day and night monotonously,
Moon stealing suns rays and revolving
round earth hastily why o why?

Is there an end to this quest?
When will I be able to find
the answers for unresolved thoughts?
Will I be able to rest my soul in peace?

Wish a peaceful sleep, free
of thoughts and anguish,
in a timeless zone of unknown land,
Will I be able to reach that
hustle free land of dreams???


About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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