REFLECTIONS

Sometimes I imagine myself walking in the crowd
It's faceless and blurry like a long exposure photo..
Void resonates with an echo of doubt
Who I am in this army of phantasmal shadows?
Sometimes I imagine myself on top of a mountain
Observing the clouds passing by at my feet
Void resonates with an echo of doubt
Who I am if there's nobody to share this world with?
The furious race with no winner, recklessly we call it life
Yet unable to stop for a moment to take a deep breath of spring
The stallions of time fly beyond the skyline
Leaving the clouds of dust as a rhetorical question..
I find joy in simplicity..walking barefoot in the desert
Embraced by the orange-scented rays of sunset
Dainty contours of dunes with mysterious calligraphy
A luxury philosopher and a poet can afford..
A cup of tea with spices by the fire evokes so many memories
Like petals of delight, they will be scattered over the sands
A luxury philosopher and a poet can afford..