My heart is a nomad,
Drifting from the core,
With a wish within,
To survive the pyre of the glory,
And get an identity for the essence,
Something there cajoles me,
My wings and the ribs wish to set free,
But my soul is all candid and cushy,
Naive and numb of the filth spreading,
The prism and the hues await the treading,
To metamorphose into a form that is pristine,
My cracked heels have bid adieu to the sacred whine,
The blood remnants are still tender,
My sight almost pale,
The debris of the scars are reluctant to accommodate in the dark den,
They wish to melt away with the enigma and in the rain,
But now I am embarking on a new journey,
And left my last tear on the bruised pane,
My shadow recently abandoned that dark lane,
It awaits the new ray,
To avert any fray,
I walk with new footprints beside me,
A stranger, or a soulmate?
