Night Crawler

In the dead of night,

Like an unrest soul,

Cursed all eternity,

When many in asleep,

Comfort in a bed.

The night is still young.

Dreams keep us awake.

Promises to keep.

Journey of life

 I read once a wise man had said

"Once you have travel, the voyage never ends, the mind can never break off from the journey".

Yes, we travel to fill the void between life and death with numerous wonderful moments.

To see mountains wear clothes of mist.

To find out the gate of heaven at the end of a waterfall rainbow.

To hear the silent stories jungles murmur.

To find out who is really behind the mask we wear