My Search

Groping in the haze of doubts
suffering with hallucinations' bouts
down there in the depths of agony
and up the heights of ecstasy
in the turbulence of insanity
and the stasis of intellectual satiety
in the serenity of silence
and the hullabalooic nuisance
Looked for it, uncessated I
and then one fine day, sultry and dry
up there in the sky
beyond the clouds , so high
scribbled upon the moonlight
Those words came into my sight
search and search thou anywhere,
from proximity of here to distances of there
but be it this age or that age
has mirror ever seen it's own image?
Dumbstruck there, stood I
closed my eyes , heaved a deep sigh
In search of a world that is me
to so many places did i flee!