I wrote this poem long back, when I found it tough to express my feelings to anyone, and when I felt that my mind was completely lost.... Hence the title, The Vagabond.. Read and enjoy
Walked
miles aimless
Aimless
in time
Let
me, be it
Time
made patterns
Opened
the book of life
Startled,
chaos out of pattern
Pattern out of chaos
Finally
realized I
Tuned,
vanishing illusions
