Here,
we are all travellers.
Some people
travel light,
while some others
in grandeur.
But all share
one similarity:
We are all lost.
In our every waking moment,
in our every restless sleep--
always seeking the light;
Through our tears,
through our laughter,
and even while asleep.
Some of us
gave up halfway,
forfeiting their game.
Some of us
simply lost hope,
and they'll never be the same.
So if you've found the light
why not stop awhile
and reach out to them?
Or are you too proud,
and too busy basking
in your temporary fame?
Let us be kind.
Let us be sincere.
The destination
may be easier to find,
if we hold hands
and travel together.
HBY,
05 August 2017,
8.17am.
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Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
