The Unresolved Enigma

A shadow, discerning, imitating in ways unrecognizable, wanders unrecognized,

A spirit finding spirit, too beyond the scope of senses to comprehend and rationalize,

Virtuous, fervent, instinctive, knitted altogether,

Looking for the scattered pieces of truth to gather.

Contest between puffs and drugs was to end at a verdict,

Liquor stole away the ruling, the crown, leaving both astounded.

They say let your steps find you your destination,

How are steps to know of their absurdity when heart is in domination?

For togetherness, apart-ness exist not, what is separation? Illusion.

Then why seek limit when you can reach infinity?

What did you see with eyes opened? Nothing.

What when you closed them to open the inner ones? Everything.

Longing of retention knocked at the door asking for asylum,

Was refused with words telling why beg when you already have it? You're misguided.

When truth kept a mask plastered on its ever-so-rare enchanting face,

Smile was used as disguise, followed never ending spell of mesmerizing quietness.

For the nothingness, the goodness inexistent,

Came an accepting call for the list of flaws, consistent.

Question of finding what was finding the finding arose,

The answer was there all along, the findings never found it out.

If ends were the ends, the world would have ended countless times,

Life is a journey through thick and thin, we call them good and bad times.

Talk about ceasing of ecstasy, eternity evoked,

Tell if any of the oceans ever said it had water no more?

To see the concealed, time embarked on a new journey,

A journey with the same start and destination, ever heard of it?

Happiness lost its way, worry could not avoid haste,

Thoughts, words and acts were there, subtly, way back to home was made.

The wind of wilderness withered solace away,

The thorn felt the agony, ironically, wailed for it to be taken away.

Serenity found its way to reach storm's elusive ears,

It whispered a tranquil note of hope, a gentle little gesture.

Not knowing the aversion, the underlying uncertainty of the storm,

Serenity kept overlooking and miscalculating the direction of the storm,

The storm still wanders in solitude, searching for serenity, mangling it in despair.

How is serenity to know the storm could never resolve the mystery it hid?

So like a shadow, a mirror, it will keep imitating and reflecting everything,

Knowing having nothing to own, no applause, doesn't ever bother it.