The Wanderer

I wander from the coasts to the shores

Trekking from the downhill of my memories

To the peaks of unreal ecstasy

Walking through the muddy roads

Setting trails for the rest to track,

I acquired lands after lands

Letting my soul to be seated on

Which never was content

And I continued on the journey

Storing the immaculacy of

This world could ever bequest,

In the safe shell inside

My hidden box of miracles

My wishes craved for more of it

The unseen sceneries and milieus,

But then I realized my mistake

Of leaving a trail for my adherents

Who I never thought would

Burn the lushes in to ashes

And leave the world ripped off

Like shattered pieces of a glass

Fallen and scattered on the ground

Pointing sharpness that signs

The pain to be suffered,

Beauty is to be tasted

But never to be wasted

The lust is treacherous

That would crush every grace

And tomorrows to come will

Receive you with the thorns

Those, the only left untouched

And all the pain that would offers

Is yours…Just yours..!!