The path into the dark is golden.
I am moving forward to reach the
point. My shadow is floating behind
me like the answer of the secret which
had been stolen and we are hungry for
light and still we are going,
despite everything, despite the rules –
the rules that governed you already mooned,
despite the laws of the universe speechless,
you spurred yourself into life… Because,
besides you I am not searching anything in you.
Having an inquisitive nature
Running behind, finding unsolvable answers.
“What is the meaning of existence?” once my own mind asked.
I tried, but my imagination had reached an impasse.
It’s a universal mystery
No one found answer, satisfactory.
Even the greatest knows not the real reason.
No one in the world got that vision.
Whether our creation intentional
Or the creation was accidental.
Was there any purpose of our creation
Or just occurred without any reason.
Does first seeds of life, emerged on earth.
Or from heavenly bodies, first life took birth.
Will this question be ever answered?
Or will be buried, remain unanswered?
As, the fascination of this question is just abiding,
So, in its thought, i am always residing.
Maybe answered one day, by someone’s insight and endeavour.
Or maybe, will stay a mystery forever.
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The mystery shark
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the mountain noon.
Deep loom of sage
trout Irish whisper.