Echoes

From the lofty mountains that I stand against -

At the edge of this cliff,

Echoes a voice that no one can hear but me -

It is alluring yet still stiff.

What can the voice be but my thoughts?

That resonate across these valleys;

And have been doing so for many years now,

So many that I have lost tally.

I wonder if it is just me or all the likes of me -

To whom the valley calls,

Or who call the valley:

Who have broken their bones on a padded fall -

And have been living with patched skulls -

Of a destituted, unprotected heart,

Too innocent to know for the better,

Is struck with the loss of its older part!

For the new home seemed too good to leave,

Alas! So lonely now is the valley of thoughts.

Introspects are lost and tis caught,

In an unknown - is it not?

But the valley has a voice of its own,

So it comes out seeking all those who groan -

And reek in confusion and perplexity.

Oh! This alone can never leave you alone!

So it will soon come back as a friendly ghost,

If it has not done that yet.

But somethings you may never be able to achieve,

Yet the ordeal shall only benefit.

And worry not for this is what life is!

Losing, gaining, understanding,

And reflecting on what can't be understood -

And reflecting on it all in the end.