Hope For The Heart

Do we really know...,

What are the silent whispers of our heart?

Life goes on...absorbing

Sometimes even destroying

The passion...the desire...the urge

And so many and much more

Then what is left within us

Becomes an eternal lifelong question, whose answers not to be found

Roads and ways disappeared

But still, we choose

To go on...move on...

Always hoping for the best

As if controlled by a hidden hand

Destiny, it is called...as they say

All the mixture of white and grey

Is it truth or a myth

For a tired soul to dwell?

So do we really know

What our heart says?

Perhaps or maybe always to find

A rainbow...

On a windy, stormy day!!