Wind knows everything
Levitation of manuscripts
Waving through various aspects
and whispering in ears
Like I know it already
But I'm unable to raise the curtain
From the deep depth of meaningless
Discoveries dwelling inside
Engraving the fragmented speech
Conjures me to confine my words
Every single wave of intensity
Willing to tell me a storyline
Like I know it already
But I'm ingested by my own marsh
Created while realizing truth
But ignoring their fake-ism
Sea was gazing and listening to me
With assurance of mental breakdown
Swaying within captivated
Territory of sprinkling jumps
Like I know it already
But even listeners made it to pass by ears
The presence was imaginary
For this meaningless performer
Multitude wanted new shows
Like old opera was irritating them
with the same old melodies and Orchestra
Swapping away on demands
Like I know it already
But a pilot just knows how to fly
Duty for the passengers
With all the faith they have
Later, you'll be stranger for many
You can be blamed for some reasons
There is no arguments
As you're not here to demand
Like, like I knew it already, I knew it all
I knew it and still it tells a new tale
And I just stand beneath cloudy shades
To listen what wind is telling me now.
YOU ARE READING
Who am I? Unknown
PoetrySometimes in life you can't wait for a human to answer your questions, sometimes you won't find anyone to listen you. A solitary traveller of life may vanish in the deadening life scenario, but somebody always guides and directs him. Can you hear w...
