OuT Of The WiLd

Sleepy grey with a tinge of glint;

Footprints on the damp soil;

Gush of wind chasing wilderness;

The blackness hides crooked questions' coil.

The phantom throngs never depart;

and the deafening Babel rain;

the directions misleading the course;

as I change the tread again.

Farther, the landscape entice;

but tired limbs betray;

I oppose the tease and garner strength;

“No more wander; Here, I stay."

And then I felt the beauty;

It blinds;

I am through now.

I am out of the wild.

TRAVELER

Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....

To carry on the show;

I tasted height; flew in air;

Now have to rise from the floor;

Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....

The river is wild but had to row;

the wildness will hide after time;

The calmness will reside in the flow;

Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....

and It happened before you know;

if I stop I will be with nothing;

If I move; I don’t know where to go.

But still I believe in your say;

I had to leave the bay;

and swim the dead sea,

Walk the desert with bruised toe;

Gotta go gotta go gotta go.