Searching an anchor

How difficult sometimes it becomes to GO BACK

to go back home, to the language in which we were known.

It becomes hard to explain to yourself that you are on the Right Path

and you forget that whatever is happening,

Is happening because you are the one who started it with pomp and celebration.

you feel like the spider who is stuck in his own web while thinking he is building his home

like the lost voyeur to an endless motionless ocean of time

and then we all pray!

if someone could come and read us

tell did we make any sense

we are just gambling time over emptiness

exchanging or making some stories with no sense

and in the end, we travel into the darkness of uncertain tunnel with no light

falling into the infinity of nothingness

but isn't it the falling is what life's all about

and we should never forget.

There are years that ask questions

and years that answer

and sometimes when I see high above the sky

it thinks

how tragically beautiful it is

the sky, a graveyard of billions of stars

So life is a graveyard of thousands of thoughts, emotions and personalities.

is int it amazing how life is such a beauty yet doomed

like me and you sitting in this room !!

-Kartikey Pandey