Thousand Years

If it were a journey of thousand years Enough to correct the ways and fewer complaints Or, busyness would keep the mind on edge till nine hundred and ninety-nine Time is such an illusion, never enough and insatiable Detours will lure the heart to unknown alleys  Forgetting to introspect and not allowing the senses to mature Ravenous mind is never settled with less, wishing to exploit … Continue reading Thousand Years