Maybe I should sleep

But for how long

The seasons have been changing

From winters to summers

From springs to autumn falls.

I have traveled all terrains

Climbed mountains to see the soil

Turning into snow,

But my soul — it hasn’t breathed 

An ounce of fresh air

It feels tarred, 

With the same darkness

Flashing through light

Everyday as the sun rises

And as I put my hopes 

My prayers and my helplessness

To sleep —

Every morning 

I wake up being the same man

Living the same life, at a corner

Where neither anything feels to begin 

Nor nothing finds its destiny.

A tiring journey it has forever been

With the same weight on my legs

As I put every step forward.

Day by day, 

Perhaps the hopes are dying

As I keep witnessing the death — living

With me every day.

And I sit watching it, and wondering 

Of all that once gave me hope

The birth of love in my heart,

And I question,

That even if I get it all

If I win the entire world

Will that be enough to fill the void 

That carries my heart?

Perhaps it’s the supremacy 

Of the heart, of all that it can carry

That makes its void so deep, 

And so dark.

But if not the entire world, then what?

I keep questioning, to no one

If nothing, then this life —

A growing body

A mind made of dreams

And above all, the beating heart.

If nothing could ever fill its void

Then this grandeur of nature 

A living life —

The great grand being, for what?