North star

I’ve walked for miles on a journey too long..

Searching for an oasis, through every right and wrong..

The skies cried a flood when I finally took a nap..

Now all I’m left with is a broken compass, a torn map..

Whichever road I take, it gets closer but I remain far..

I’m a lost traveller and she’s the North Star!

Double Dave

Time,

The healer..

Time,

The plague..

Image: The persistence of memory, -Salvador Dali

Journey

Long time ago, a man started to run..

Didn’t know the destination or why did he begin..

The sweat on his face glistening under the sun..

Captivating like gold, thus joined another man..

Hungry and tired they found a melon..

To share or keep became the survival question..

One killed another and thought he had won..

That victory, that power, was it all for fun?

Since then men joined a journey that never ends..

Like hamster on a wheel, captivated; we run..

Image credits: Getty images©