Wanderer

The moonlit tides of the sea settle,
At the sandy shore of the land of palms,
The gusty restless winds of memories cuddle,
With the train of thoughts traveling down the road to calm,
The blood-stained hands that just won the battle,
Bear the name of the sufferer written on the palm.

In the light of the Sun getting ready to gleam,
Set the sailor at dawn on the journey to glee,
Wearing the armor of disapproval, shield of disdain,
The ship sailed to a destination with no name,
To him silence is solace, darkness is grace,
Beauty is ghastly and freedom a treasure rare.

As the sky falls asleep in the lap of the night,
I wander in the territory of my thoughts wild,
A mysterious touch of a whisper travels through my ears to my eyes,
Bringing mist in the air, I try to look out but fail to find
I flinch for a while then return to the rhythm of my life
I'm the wanderer that never visits the same place twice.