One yearns for the solace of home,
One yearns for the warmth that a home provides,
One wishes upon the shooting star,
For the home they never had,
For the home they want to have,
Yet seems like a mirage.
On nights like these,
When the world doesn’t sleep,
One yearns for the human touch,
One yearns for the doting eyes,
Into their soul.
One wants to peer into the soul of another,
And yet feels like a distant onlooker.
One wants to feel one with else,
And yet is stopped by flesh.
Souls can’t be mixed like cocktails in a bar,
Neither are hopes and desires something which soul has.
We want solace,
We want warmth,
We want everything,
Yet that inaction doesn’t seem to spark an action.
A change, a change, a change,
We want, want, want,
With no action, action, action,
Hence, all we have is
dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction.
Abhishek Verma is a researcher in the field of deep learning and artificial intelligence. He likes to write about the logical way of self-improvement. Spurred by emotions, he also likes to write poetry. Stay in touch by joining his newsletter. Follow him on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Mix.