Constant
urge,
impatient
brain,
probing
eyes
and
shoulders
with
unknown strain.
Craving
for something,
wanting
everything,
getting
random anything
and
satisfied with nothing.
In
all this fuss,
loosing
facial shine.
And
mental peace
turning
into an unreachable shrine.
Tired
gloomy eyes,
craving
desperately
but
with heartbeats as tortoise.
Together
with everybody
but
walking lonely.
So
is life,
when
in quest to be somebody.
With
uncertainty
of
being a known somebody
or
an unknown nobody…
-©Rahul
Singh
