spilleronsheet

Misconception of position

The vast desert welcomes the traveller 

The golden sand glistening and blazing 

with no life around 

searching for oasis in surrounds 

mirages were seen 

for the quench of thirst 

oh!!! Behold …

the dancing princess was nothing but smoke 

the sand moved on tune 

drifting with the winds 

changing its score 

as the traveller heard the folklore 

when did he start 

and where shall it end 

where’s the origin 

where’s the destination 

all eyes could see was a river of sand 

a compass screwed 

lost in its own magnetism 

to the mornings that lured 

to the dying sand 

was there any solution 

maybe the moon could guide 

guide to a beautiful caravan 

For  sole and soul to  rest 



a gust of chimera opened 

when nothing was found 

traveller transported 

transported to the shore 

boarding a wooden boat 

as he pranced to dwell in boat 

his leap unsteady 

made him fall 

every one step ahead 

why took him behind by two 

was life teaching  him 

you would loose 

on the noose 

upon singing a lullaby 

the heart leaped 

placed in lap of boat 

to travel the journeys of world 

wonder when the chimera shall show up 

or when reality may creep in 

will the travel seem funnier than destination itself ?