The journey.

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The journey.

It is that feeling of displacement,
That familiar feeling.
The feeling of unbecoming, unwanted ness,
The feeling that wrenches the heart
And we are left wondering,
Why does no one want me here?

Life is a strange, strange road,
It is a journey you cover alone.
There are so many we meet
So many we love
And yet, that familiar feeling returns,
Why does no one want me here?

The soul cries many a times,
It fights to hold its own.
It battles, it screams, it wages, it shines
All just to want to belong.
And yet, that familiar feeling returns,
Why does no one want me here?

We live, we marry, we love, we die,
There are so many roles to play
Still the search, still the pain,
The similar feeling haunts
And we keep on running and thinking,
Why does no one want me here?

The mind kills the heart
The heart cries like a child
We know not which road to take
There is no pleasure in the pain.
We know life is still out there, and yet,
Why does no one want me here?

There is no friend but myself,
There is no strength but myself,
There is no home but of my heart,
There is none but me till the end,
The path is dark, but the heart is bright,
I still think, He wants me there.

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About ishanisen

Simple and candid, writing is what I can do best, at any point in life. Rather, writing is what gives me the ultimate kick. An ex content/freelance writer by profession, and at present searching for what I really want to do in life, this blog is a reflection of my thoughts, and understanding the world a little better. Other than writing, I like to travel and read, and do just about anything which makes me happy. Apart from writing, singing, listening to any kind of music, travelling to different places whenever I get the chance to, baking, and reading up on mostly everything which catches my eye are things which give me pleasure. I try not to think too hard about life in general, and rather believe in taking it as it comes. It has worked for me this way, and I like to keep it simple and carefree as much as I can.

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