I take a solitary path down a worn road
Searching, when I met a peddler-
P- Searching?
Me- Yes.
P- For what?
Me- A person.
P- Okay. You know their name?
Me- Nope.
P- He or a she?
Me- Could be a he, could be a she.
Depends on how you perceive.
I perceive as a He.
So there you go - Its a He.
The vagabond grins as though he knew
All my intentions behind crypted wording
P- Okay great.
You're in for quite a journey, I presume.
Think I could help you.
How does he look like?
Me- Coal curls,
monsoon skin,
peacock feathers
and has a lute.
Seen him before?
P- I don't have a mirror, little maiden.
I've got loads of work to do.
And besides, the world
doesn't just revolve around you.
Its a big place
with so many traps.
Especially for those like you
Who see with unseeing eyes.
Not realizing the treasure you've found
Nor realizing what you're searching for
The journey is long
And alone must you walk
So get going.
I look at him.
Confused
But he just winks and saunters off.
Mirror? Why does he need a mirror?
And not realizing?
Realizing what?
Treasure?
I turn around to glance again
At the already disappearing peddler
Just a speck against the looming horizon
But then it hits me
The realization
Like a blow to my gut
His monsoon skin and coal curls and yellow rags.
His voice resonates
" Who see with unseeing eyes.
Not realizing the treasure you've found
Nor realizing what you're searching for..."
And most of all
He wasn't a speck against the looming horizon
The horizon
Was a speck
In in his looming claims.
I reach out to stop him.
But He's already gone.
And so I'd continue
Searching....
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Searching- A saga ✔
PoetryMany things that I've realized about this life... Many things that I've realized about myself... Many more about the society I live in... Much more about the world in general... But... Mainly about my world in particular... My world... FOR ONCE, NO...