Blank Lines

Blank Lines.

Blank Lines

Cannot bear this anymore,

as I have to restore,

More solutions for each riddle,

trying to resolve.

More riddles for possible outcome,

worries to dissolve.

An endless quest with constant decay,

Which lead to eternal stay?

Valley in Kings Canyon
By Albert Bierstadt

A feeling that grows by days,

truth that hurts !

A life that slowly leading to abandon,

I’m stuck with natural fears;

a promise of alone.

Only reward I have drawn,

dearest precious objective.

Oh I whisper with my dream,

along countless tears.

I cannot bear this burden,

but have to endure.

An uncompromising compromise trying to decor,

Keeping those couple of lines,

blank and unexplored.

I might find another riddle,

with definite shore !

© S.Anand