Whole life, in seek of stars neglected the moon.
In search of fame, leaved the peace.
And it's time that run out of life like falling sand from the tightening fist.
Fighting with self and the most loved ones for sake of masked ones.
In being socialised with strangers forget to gaze over familiar.
Became that insane for stabilizing self worth, back out the most worthy part.
Lunatic over matterialism, abandoned the soulful spirituality.
After getting name, earning fame, left with aloneness.
Glaring behind, Whom to curse? Who is to blame?
And suddenly, some voices came from the soul & heart- "your self created knoll of ego, elevation of gathered false pride, thrown over of real ones for purpose of virtuality."
And here comes a time when eagerly needed that hand and reverberated with emptiness, enormous enough to scatter the soul without any possibilities of mentation.
The hands have reached the soil of grave with the mountains of repentance.
Staring the grave without blinking, without winking and completely sinking, with only wish that is the togetherness.
Usually, we neglect the thing which we love most and when it comes to hold that loved one, we remain holded with their emptiness in our lives.
So give that most loved thing that importance, that you never found yourself with emptiness.
Inspired by a friend. Thank you so much for your presence in my life.