Somewhere inside

Blessed, almost omniscient,
This mind refuses to sleep.

Insomniac, since ages,
This body bears the brunt.
But this soul divine,
Wanders, as does conscience,
Seeking truths,
Truths that don't matter today.

Though wander we all shall,
Intelligence doomed us into this.
But isn't truth paramount?
Isn't it worth the chase?

When castles fall,
You choose to fight or you flight,
Mortal tendencies, you can't resist,
But immortality has might.

Ephemeral feelings of the innocent minds,
Your lives guided by the misguided kinds.

Misled once, never again,
People, straighten up your lives,
Takes years to realise the truth,
It's only love that survives.


In hope that this sermon makes sense,
Yours truly may close his eyes,
I hope sleep comes to me tonight,
Now that we have risen over notionsn of truths and lies.

Almost through I just realised,
Somewhere in between, words rhymed.
Though Aryan gets his moments now and then,
He keeps it buried all inside.