Past

Even eyes, remain confused

About the heart's desire

Mind paces, thoughts brush,

Just a servant we all hire...

A few words spoken, millions stay mute,

Few seconds together, rest stay tribute,

Distances maintained, intimacy collapsed

In a matter of days, smiles kidnapped

Meeting in Ransom, it all demands

Wants to be free of all commands...

All that passes, ain't easy

Feet marked with thorns

Paths printed in red,

Mark the explorer's existence

Never, strong, a man exists with

Past adorned with flowers

Misery sprouts at birth

And romances iteration

Life, traps into its mystique

A web of pale thread

Though spectrum shining outside

Continues luring; unmistakable myth...