Wayward thoughts
moving like a smoke
trying to be invisible
they don't know the home
they don't know the aim
they just know it's not where they belong

Wonder why
they wander
in search of something
they seek
the most glaring
the more
the better
In the quiver of better
they seem obsessed to me
forgive them for being childish
they seem headstrong to me

learning new
celebrating now
understanding old
changing the preconceived notion
they don't know the opinion
they have more questions than opinions
and the urge to know
just being their jovial self
they settle for eternal
and in some perverse way
the lap of this wanderer
feels home to me.

Welcome
'You' the 'unrest'
erupting like the volcanos
in the middle of the crowd
the fastest city
in the isolated village
We all 'the humans'
tends  to put our hand on something
'Something that makes us feel good about ourselves'
forget the selves for a while
Something that makes us feel good
Be it your possessions,
your  loved ones,
your hobbies,
Or addictions
The stories you have been telling yourself that doesn't meet the reality to the farthest way
your truths, your lies
your  friend besides,
your posts over social media
Or the apocryphal tales

Yes!!
You can't sit for a while
Your mind needs just a affirmation of functioning
And we call it being alive!

So my friend!
Do you feel alive?
If yes
Then what you are upto?