Wanderer
Am i a wanderer in this witty world ?
Striving to make my way through the horrible hurdles.
the ambiguity of choosing the best or the worst
haunts me like a big cycle burst
With all the chaos going around
We are tend to peddle round and round
The rain comes and goes
leaving diff scars and glimpses of happiness overflow.
The only thing between the dead and alive
Are those little aspirations. desires , lust and the will to survive.
A paradigm of being elated
Lies within ourselves waiting to be unveiled
The age factor doesn't defines the do's and don'ts
In favour it showcases the gloomy bonds
Growing older teaches the potent perception
And yet contradiction to the fading and receding always stays in put to ones eradication.
Am i a wanderer in this witty world ?
striving to make my way through horrible hurdles.
- Varun Gupta
©varungupta
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