WANDERER’S DIARY

Trust the winds,
Unprejudiced - carry all our feelings.
It is the heart that confers
To be loved or not.

Irrational is the waters,
It can never be relied upon.
Every drop there is a colour,
Purity changes in every ounce.

Fires burn the impure within,
Untainted are the remnants.
Crushed and crippled yet so strong,
Peace is all the earth wants.

There is in me a part of the universe,
Irrational it behaves and makes me anxious.
Tears pacify the undesirable -
And an ardour within tickles my lust.

The strength in me dies,
For every leap my friend takes.
And for every breathe,
I crave to make it count.

Above all is a vast expanse,
Unmoved by the hues.
For every eye holds a dream,
That is where the horizon meets.

Mortal are the beings here
Immortal their deeds.
Passing on to the generations -
Cleverly we have ridiculed the creation.