I wander through <br />crowded streets of your paralyzed brain <br />psychotic hypnotic blur of smells and hues <br />dust and rage, rust and age <br />never a new day. All the same, <br />I wander. <br /> <br />I seek <br />calm of an ocean with a raging storm; <br />sanctity of the union of real and not; <br />the colours of a butterfly on <br />a fresh, youthful, restless breeze. <br />I seek. <br /> <br />I find <br />loss and grief, gold and greed <br />pain mindlessly embraced and people refused <br />in the turbulent hopeless mess <br />I find, I seek, I wander.<br /><br />arundhati sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journeys-6/
