Convoluted….

It is so quiet in the crowd of thousands,

It is so noisy next to the sea,

The world of words is barely there,

The draught, the dawn and the feather in the breeze!

For I am one, yet none above all,

For I am a martyr, not of soil or by task,

The path of glory is found and lost,

Will I survive or take myself down?

The signs of caution don’t tell a tale,

The dreams have no desires to claim,

The preacher unfolds no lines,

The lies, betrayals and schemes seem so lame.

We all are a never ending story,

Yet so scared of the end,

There is nothing to read between the lines,

Yet we keep reading till our eyes hurt and cry.

It is all in my head and yet the heart gets blamed,

For the words I scribble that have no faith,

It is all very convoluted, convoluted it is,

For noisy and quiet are the same, isn’t it?