A mysterious curse, a series of unfortunate events,
My complicated life, divided in different segments,
Is it a curse or a blessing from above that I see,
The world for it is, not what it pretends to be,
Riding on bus, journeying through time,
If this is my punishment, what is my crime?
I often think about them, but not everyone believes,
I wonder if there is a common tree, if we are branches or leaves,
I wonder if some will flower in grace,
I wonder if others will fall without a trace,
I wonder if we will travel to them,
I wonder if we are connected by a stem,
I wonder if we figure it out,
I wonder what’s it all about,
I still think sometimes about her,
But my fading memory of her is just a blur,
Then I think about the miltiverses beyond any count,
The possibilities of realities of infinite amount,
Who am I Oh Who am I?
A voice? A plea? A cry?
A poet, an observer, a messenger,
Journeying through time and space, a passenger,
A glorious curse, destiny and fate,
Ready for a new adventure, it’s never too late.
Posted on July 11, 2015, in Life and Experiences, Poetry and tagged adventure, blog, crimes, cry, curse, destiny, dimensions, fate, glory, grace, higher dimensions, journey, life, love, memory, messenger, mind singing, multiverses, observer, passenger, plea, poem, poet, science, space, thoughts, time, universe. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.