I.
Dreams carved in stone,
shattered like glass,
echoes of effort—
lost in the past.

II.
Steps I climbed,
only to fall,
hands outstretched,
no one at all.

III.
Pages of plans,
drenched in doubt,
words unwritten,
time ran out.

IV.
Bridges I built,
burnt by fate,
stood at the edge,
a moment too late.

V.
Eyes that searched
for a flicker of light,
but shadows danced
through endless night.

VI.
Yet within the ruins,
a whisper remains—
failure is written,
but so is change.

But is this truly the end?
Or just another bend?
Is this the final shore?
Or yet another door?

Perhaps the search itself is the path,
Perhaps liberation lies within the grasp,
Perhaps the answers hide within the quest,
Perhaps life itself is the greatest test.

Krishna whispered—
"Act, but seek not the fruit,"
Only then will the soul be freed,
Only then will the cycle recede.

"Lose yourself in devotion,"
And the web of attachments will shatter,
"Light the lamp of wisdom,"
And ignorance will no longer matter.

When nothing remains mine or yours,
Only then will I touch the divine shores,
When "I" no longer remains,
Only then will "I" truly reign.

Am I also a traveler on this road?
Am I too, a witness to sins untold?
Or am I merely a reflection of a past desire,
A chapter in fate’s endless fire?

Do my deeds weave my destiny?
Or am I just dust, blown by history?
If I can change, then where do I start?
Which door must I knock, which truth must I chart?

Some say, "Karma keeps accounts fair,"
While others claim, "Destiny plays unaware."
Yet somewhere, unseen eyes are watching,
Writing every deed, each action matching.

Some returned, for their names were misplaced,
Some paid a price, for past sins embraced.
Some walked through unknown lanes,
Tangled in fate’s unfinished chains.

A child spoke, and the world stood still—
"I've lived before, I remember still."
"I buried my treasure, hidden from sight,"
"Beneath that tree, where sunlight shines bright."

Who whispered these tales to an innocent mind?
Who let the past so deeply unwind?
Are memories just echoes lost in time,
Or does the soul truly transcend life’s line?