Unrest the soul is at,
Until done with what it is up to,
Rest, we all need it.
Some from work,
some from partner.
Some from past,
Some from future.
Some from self,
some from other.
Some from birth,
some from death.
Some from soul,
some from body.
Some from pain,
Some from pleasure...
Nobody ever has taken this path,
Whom to ask,
If you are on path
Or lost long ago.
Nobody ever has chosen this path,
Whom to seek guidance,
On where to walk
On when to stop.
Nobody ever thought of this path,
Whom to text,
To know if i'm still alive
To know if i'm dead already
All that you...
After a while,
After some years,
After a Decade
Most of the Prostitutes,
Dreams of,
Wishes for,
Expects to,
Live like other comman women,
with a decent social setup,
with all that a family women gets.
But, Ironically society isnt that much matured enough to accept the fact that
"Everyone...
Very far to understand
Very close to live
Yet unattended yet.
Too deep to think
Too simple to feel
still unfelt still.
So vast to grab
So light to feast
still starving still.
More musical to hear
Much silent to melt
Yet noisy yet, Poet,
Yet noisy yet.