Journey

Every time I step out for a journey 

Your domestic eyes confine the lustre

in me, make my feelings numb.

Responsibility wakes up

The reckless me sleeps down soon

Like a tired mountain 

Ready for a siesta. 

Only my clipped wings roam 

From sky to sky boundless,

In a dark collage amidst the

Twinkle towers and a galaxy

Ever growing fathomless;

Before every journey, we take a journey 

within and draw a map in vision,

Rucksack on the shoulder

And a compass for eternity. 

For every journey 

Only the heart matters,

A deaf ear is sure to reach the destination.