Thursday, December 20, 2007

The Lone Horse

A wanderer I am, in my soul
At each dawn I found myself
Different from the last desk.

Alone through the nook and corners
Through the streets and alleys
Through the rivers and streams
I wander, to find the formless

Amidst of this human jungle
But alone, stands
Alone I am, as an isle in an ocean
I stand, but travels, to seek the formless
Alone I am, in my soul

A solitary traveler, I am
For I know the masks of
Society is not for me.

7 comments:

Love said...

buddy, if we put all the 'lone horses' together we can have a stampede!!! :p *Kidding*

BTW, beautiful words...

priya said...

Nice little lone horse who wanders in search of freedom:)

Nicey written.

anonme said...

nicely written! :)

"A solitary traveler, I am
For I know the masks of
Society is not for me"
Deep!!

cheers!

--xh-- said...

@LJ: true, bro. like bob marleys, eh? ;)
@Priya: thnx :)
@doc: deep, but true :)

bharat chandran said...

Alone in solitaire with a nomadic nature! Well, society might show its teeth on you!

--xh-- said...

@bharat: welcome to my blog.. :) hope to c you more here...

Sameera said...

That was awesome!