Day 17 - Q for Quest

I cast a net 

Over the ethereal 

In an attempt to capture

What skips the sight

Hoping those abstract heartstrings

Breath in a form

And escape into freedom.

I shed a tear

That plays the dual role

Of inexplicable vibes

In an identity crisis.

Pain blurs into pleasure

Over the matters of heart

Ah, the bittersweet sting

That sprouts from love.

I ponder over the meaning of life

And its precarious temper

Tricking us into distortion 

Shunning wisdom

Embracing avarice.

I pine to surmise

The reason of the breath

Sinking into depths

Of tangible endeavors,

The hide and seek 

Of illusions

That pop like bubbles

But little do I change

Notwithstanding the insight.

Quest, this existence that I seek to resolve.

Pic Credit - Chandra Elango