As I think back on what took this squandered wanderer
To the nethermost pitfalls of hell,
Only the wickedness of mere existence can be adequate enough to delineate such misery.
A brute, stuck in a trap of one’s own making
With its stone walls, one’s lament echoes through the hallow chambers,
made of anguish & possibilities.
Shadows of what has been and what could’ve been,
Dance around to the cacophony of ones regret.
But what took this wretched man,
belonging to the heights of heaven,
into the nomad land of a melancholic sufferer?


Erstwhile, all pure and innocent with a fire,
Blazing bright with the desire to
Grasp and cling on to this abyss of dashing hopes
Called life.
In a realm where shadows sway in despair, and the air is filled with whispers of sorrow,
how can the flickering flame of one’s essence endure?
While Discovering peace within the realm of thoughts,
A journey embarked to the world concealed.
The path unknown, where mysteries abide
At the end of this journey

Was the triumph of knowing oneself.
He moveth upon the earth, through uncharted territories
Where spirits roam, and the monsters groan.
At the end of his path, shines a bright star, which he crawls to
His bright star blinks as it bespeaks eternal bliss
And the fire within him shines bright, beaming a lurid light
Both losing themselves to the rhythm of the universe
As the earth spins and spins in its cosmic loneliness.
The solitary nomad, crafting his own path in a realm shaped by the power divine
Moved in perfect synchrony with the universal

rhythm, while the flames of passion blazed inside him.
A budding sorcerer, weaving his artistry with the mystical alchemy of life.
With the ethereal melodies guiding his every step and the rhythm of life being his sanctuary,
He delved into the boundless opportunities that life had to offer, through his enchanting artistry.
He stood amidst the inky blackness, as it devoured him
The longing to know the unknown
And to know what detests to be known.
His fiery passion and his radiant guiding light,
Growing fainter with each passing moment.
The symphony of existence now reduced to a mere murmur


He had expanded the tapestry of the unknown to the edge of the world
And now he is a piece of the obscure, evading recognition.
Yet, how can a soul ensnared in the vast expanse of cosmic solitude,
a solitude it shares with the universe,
do anything but merge with the enigmatic essence of the divine?
A vast realm of endless possibilities and untold wonders
Makes one dance to the rhythm of
The almighty divinity,
A strict father, guiding the beloved child into the shadows,

And into the chaos of his own being.
Under the cloak that veils the world in mystery, where depths allure,
Subsume the unknown, while it beckons with a seductive luminance
bidding the conscience to explore,
To plunge within, seeking solace bright,
Amidst the darkness, finding pathways of light.