Journey.

Trust not anyone to share the journey,
Alone is where the soul belongs,
When life alludes only the uncertain,
I compose my own song.


So I sing, at this dusking time,
Beneath the evening star,
In distress, I shear the latest rhyme,
hark, there is no sorrow that will follow tomorrow.


And so I draw another life of courage,
without regret on its damage,
As the time has come to grip distress,
By its roots and shred beneath my stiletto boots !


Tasks plenty, many more than you think I can do,
For I have taken the untrodden path without ado,
Shant admit the moss to chew my sanity
As I take on my soulful journey.

No more will I reminisce
things that I miss, thoughts lost in abyss,
Love surrounds me as blessings
As pain lessens the karmic musings.


Bramha