What's really the truest thing that doth speak
With winds and seas that seek shores in an inexplicable motion
With diseases spreading across the avian world like a bird
Like a bird on a mountain peak picking out the snow through breeze
I find your heart on the heights of mountains
Knowing it shan't come down, as treasure and treachery
Never make themselves known to the otiose folk with grandiose mind
Soon, things become simpler and the complex lines between implicit and the explicit
Will become clear, as everything isn't about love nor lying in the corner
It shan't become blurred because truth and despair go hand in hand
Delible poetry will soon erase as sketches etched in sand
On stretches of eternity, when we find thy promised land
Where mountains, oceans have no difference
Just as life and joy are synonymous
Sometimes, when I am depressed
I will talk to myself, inferring that there is more than what meets the eye
In vast lands of eternity, we seek the lack of disease
When we are teens, incredulity shines
As we grow older, the peak of adolescence never ends
In my twenties, I want to be as young as I can
But, I know that for such luxury and purity
I need a love like mine, and duality of man troubles us
In doubt and in certainty, just as ash is to ash
And the broken hearts are cast aside
Life may be harsh, my friends in disease and despair
Life may be full of tears, but tarry for thy blessing falls
In ****** manipulation and hope's lifeless walk follows
What follows after mountains come down to the shore
Only to meet land, just as people
They doubt you, scare you
Into submission
But, do not be afraid, they are just as doubtful of fate
When a person with hat, coat and green-shirt clad
Dusts the leaf off his fedora and hurls his scarf
Around his neck with flick of his wrist
It is in his head, that he wishes to be understood
Only to meet the sapphire sky with stardust
And gold inside each meteorite