Verbose void
Amidst an inky night's embrace, Busy with puzzles of life & beyond. Only for the dawn to shun it all And resume the lively daily grudge. Busy making life's ends meet And bathing in agony all along, I envy those with all my heart - The ones who could ponder of afterlife. Still as a still, everything around, For the trees don't snore, while asleep Turbulent thoughts and sweaty cots Are all that's ever left of these. Loved ones loving to float adrift, Leaving me autumn for ever and ever; Despite reigning the raging one within, How is it greed to seek a soul? Pain or pleasure, one's told not to faze; To be moored to none but just oneself. But lack of ears for rambling minds Is why souls aplenty are still awake.