Serendipity - My Home And Lies Of Thousand Years

The day has brought all those disappeared moments together!
Could I ever have been the stranger to that prophetic wilderness!
Crafted as grief,
Redeemed to be a war cry!

All those people, in myriad shapes dispersed
Into a homeless agony
Of meaninglessness and desires!
We all dwell in that house of lost reverence
Tied to a wind
Incarcerated, all those eyes woke up early in the morning!
What if each of our eyes are a sky, forever abandoned?
And I throw a stone to sky and
The sky won’t give it back?
In the hour of vanity, slips through my hand a curse
And I wondered
Is there a man who has ever seen through the hole in sky?
Crawling to emptiness,
Is there ever been a vagabond?

What will happen if sin and delight comes together?
As when a star falls from the sky and nobody picks it up
Or the song keeps receding
And suddenly a storm comes
What will happen when death deserts a house
And there live people who disappear into mirrors
Asks the sky of its original heritage!
What will it be when the hawk fall asleep in its flight and
Nothing can wake it up?

To be floating in endlessness!