INSEARCH OF TRUTH

Once my heart has loved and lost,

But the pain through the years still aghast.

Years and time just sweep past by

And my heart silently cries every night.



Seems like yesterday;

Wounds still open,

Slit just like with a knife.

The pain so real,

Will all this never heal?



Where shall I go for salvation?

What shall I do for deliverance?

I had become the rebel,

I had become the notorious,

I had become the saint

I had become the sinner.



The kicks never last,

Everything only vanity.

But the tears just doesn’t seem…And my heart still whimpers.



Questions I have many,

Answers I have none.

What’s the end of this story?

My mind say’s it’s over

My heart says it’s not…

My life, forever tortured, Between this insane tug of war.



Should I find another?

But will I be true?

Try I did, but I have become the hypo crate,

My heart has stained.



Life is like a novel…With the end ripped off.

The truth, I know, awaits me.

The answer of this insane existence, Only time will tell.

But I wish I had the answer to this future unknown.



Wish I could go back

And wipe clean this pain.

Hope its only mortal,

And that tourniquets await my soul.



Vishanth George