• devasena_r 23w

    Ballad of a wandering soul

    What is the meaning of life?
    Is it to be remembered? 
    To have people tell stories of you after you are gone?
    The dusty page that lay open
    Is now a story on it’s own,
    I am a single note in the symphony of the universe
    Only symbolic silences were there
    World of mine started moving
    Looking within myself when asking all the questions
    I realise time does not exist
    It is a blinding mist
    So always live in today
    ©devasena_r