The Uncommon Journey

On settling down among silence, in the cradle of a silent valley

Meandering paths are not easy journeying; feels dizzier while alone

Only a lonely soul trying to listen, follow the principles of the universe

Leaving behind the tutored paths, walking toward gates of horizon

Frequently looking at the sky, now there are no more compulsions

Freedom from the routine of laying low, looking down at the desires

Eyes taking time to adapt after focusing on the magnified delusions

Rescuing that last remaining energy called liberty, feels worthwhile

Life is not supposed to be buried in the everyday struggles of intolerance

Uncommon might be the passion for finding the friendship of solitude


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