Unwritten

I'm penning down
what around me
I cant find
I'm dreaming to
see if
what lives
between
life and death
is the purpose
that takes
a forever to find

Walking to remember
and remembering
all thats in my mind
and severing all that
I not looking forward
to find,
memories that bind

I wonder
where will
those moments go ..
Will a day come
when these will
elapse and
I wouldn't come to know

Perhaps
I can only
look back and know
Unwritten destiny
and unfulfilled wishes,
my logbook grow ..

When I flip through
in due course
No regrets, I wish to find
when the
empty pages
and spaces
are blurred divine

The passage of
destiny is
far away from
my mortal grasp
I vainly act
in search of a
true feeling to leave
me in search of an
unrequited ask

The depth of feeling
is essence of
life
in its truest form
The act then
sublime
till the
carcass is ashed to grey

This hope carries
me to tomorrow
before tonight sets in
Only resurgence
of footsteps, the
stride towards the purpose
is roaring to begin ..

When I begin again
writing,
whenever it may be
remind me,
fairy flair of
nascence
it may not come to be ..