Quest of Life

The Tale of Traveler

A quest within,

Holded my grin.

Made me perplexed,

Still not quenched.

What and why are the most mystic conflicts?

What to do?

Why it should convict?

How to commence?

My purpose of existence.

Roving hither and thither,

Searching for different philosphy and literature.

About my ferry,

For this perplexing query.

Then One day I Sat in silence,

Following my inner guidance.

Breaking off from all the commotion,

Unveiling from illusion.

The thunder of intelligence,

Demolished my arrogance.

Drenched me in objectivity,

Wisdom and creativity.

Far away from allurement,

Of defeat and accomplishment.

Life becomes a play,

Dancing on melodious tunes night and day.

Now I observe,

I am not a doer.

And sense of doing is also destroy,

Realising, I am the source of peace, love and joy.