Tottering Mind

It’s often also noticed,
From the shackles on the psyche
The embodied mind tries to break free
Thirsting for the unknown and
In search of a mysterious hope
The instincts are on a perpetual spree

Along the way,
On the path of life
The flowers that have bloomed blithely
Which of these do I filch,
To adorn it in the mind precisely

Am afraid,
Have no inkling of this complexity,
Unravelling it, perhaps too naive to know
Whom to embrace as the beloved and
Whose affection to forgo

The Travails of a Loner

A loner in this town
Through the afternoon and well past sundown
Looks around for means of subsistence
And a dwelling with endless persistence

The day is akin to a hollow vessel
And night resembles a pitch-dark pit
These gloomy lonesome eyes
In lieu of tears, smoke omit
The motive to live none at all, however
With thoughts to perish as an excuse, wrestles.

Having never witnessed these longer than life
Roads reach their destination
They keep sprinting across
Not for a moment halting at any station
In this strange metropolis,
Seeks out a recognizable face to criss-cross