There is a long way ahead………
With thorny bushes paved in the way
I look towards the infinite destiny
Towards the way in front of me,
I speak within my silence,
And I want them to know
I am the lonely traveller,
And here starts my empty journey!
With no one to care
me,
Whether the route is thefted,
Seduced or even blooded..
The way ahead of me is dry
A bit strange…..
I am moving not with a plan
And I am afraid of my sights.
I knew my visions were so deep
And it could capture all around
But how could I see it naked
I can close my eyes…..
And i can walk without a listen,
I know the path I walk….
It is never a carpet
with flowers,
Then how will I face my thorns
In the way………….
Who will guide my life ahead?
No one can render a hand,
I realize the truth…
That how strange the world is…
The only companion along my way
Is my soul……!
I hear to those words from her
And I move straight fearlessly!
I am the lonely traveller,
And here my journey moves….
I see through the way,
The hidden truths of the sphere,
I hear from the cave,
The wounded voices of silence….
And I feel through the wind,
The lost loves and departed destinies…
I hear within the travel
A love told by the desert,
I see in the nature
The tears of evergreen falls,
Rain bought me joy
And ills too…
Wind took me up the sky
Birds showed me
How round the world is…?
How vast the sky is…?
And I was able to see something more,
How small is the mankind
For A bird in the sky…!!
Down the earth I reached
I slept over a night….
And I got up without knewing
I was in the hands of nature……
Like a dewdrop in the tip of a flower,
When I looked around….
I saw a green leaf drop down
Another leaf from my life…
Has wilted down…
A leaf from our time…
I am that lonely traveller,
And here my journey goes…
I am in the firing altitude
The swords are just above my neck
I walk through the hollow skulls
The blood will burst out of veins
Piercing through the fenced valley
I am on a lonely move...
In search of the priceless hope.
I am the lonely traveller,
And my journey is on the way…
There are burning nights ahead
And freezing daylights ….
I am feared under a Curve
Striving from all their approach..
Nazrine Marvlz
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