We Live In A World Within Ourselves

How can a child who has no link with a culture come to revere it so greatly?

How can a boy living miles and times away envision glimpses of the future?

How can a man crave so fervently for a life in desolation with one whose mere beauty mesmerises him (but remain unseen)?

Transmigration? Reincarnation?

If life has been led and a new life we must lead, why the need of relieving a life led and left?

I have passion for the oppressed

I crave for the isolated

I desire the misunderstood

Moments shall become more renewed and then I shall write further

Treading upon a personal path

Trudging through and emotional continent

Sailing across the seas of intellect

We live in a world within ourselves