A wandering soul, so lost, so wide,
Drifting through shadows where dreams reside.
For ages it wandered, through time and through space,
Seeking the moon, its soft silver grace.

One day it found, in a small stream’s glow,
A reflection of the moon, a light to bestow.
It wept in silence, the tears soft and deep,
For the love it had lost, for the promises it couldn't keep.

The willow tree sighed, its branches low,
The soul sat beneath, where the cool winds blow.
"I've loved the moon," it whispered, "for eons untold,
But I’m trapped on Earth, bound by a cold hold."

"Why must I remain in this world so dark,
While the moon shines above, like a dream, a spark?"
The willow wept softly, its leaves fell away,
As the soul, in silence, longed for the day.

It gazed at the moon, its heart filled with grace,
But forever imprisoned in the Earth's embrace.
A soul with no home, no body, no name,
Only a love that would never be the same.

i cast no shadow
beneath the white sun
amidst the sea of swaying green
and my skin is see through
and passes through
the blades of grass
like a projection
a hallucination
in no one's head
am i
even
real?
there is no colour on these sickly bones
but i feel the warmth of red
seeping through my transparent mind
am i
even
real?
i feel like a ghost
with no grave
a ghost that has not died
just yet
a ghost
trying to look for
something
for anything
for everything
while having
no eyes.

The road to you is a treacherous one
But you must carry on
For this mirror must shatter
And the image forgotten
For you to see
What was there all along
In all the madness of life
We hold on to what we know
With sweet threads of memories, we sew
Beautiful pictures we love and cherish
But only if mirrors could lie
The way pictures do
We could go on pretending
As if the soul is not a wanderer
In search of its treasure trove
In the dark silence of sleepless nights
It knocks on doors unknown
Looking for the one he knows not
Yet the only one he knows
The one that has a thousand forms
Hope, desire, pain and love
His dream, his truth, his true self
Like a Sufi with a bleeding heart
He follows her to deserts and ruins
Coz all he wants is to know
And the day she steps out of her veil
It will shatter to pieces by itself
For it's beauty the mirror won't hold
And he will dance like a madman
Naked through the valley of flames
For the fire can't burn him anymore
Coz he is burning more fervently inside
There will be tears in your eyes
Yet you will be smiling
Floating weightlessly in your conscious
Then close your eyes and drift away
To the garden of thousand blooms
Which once was the valley of fire
And there you will meet your madman
Drenched and dancing in sweet rain
His bleeding heart is whole again
Like it never knew any pain.

I was lost into
   a place I've never been
   where both the mighty and wicked
   hide their true guises
   taking two steps at a time
   trying to chase my soul.