This Universe

The spirit was not there 
under the skin― 
in grey domain. 
I will not seek any revenge on self. 

The defeat was my solo passage. 
I am still searching 
myself in the crowd. 
More than enough, I had my share of hurts. 

Talking of the innocence 
of a womb, when you were not 
born. The steel in your hair 
and empathy in your tongue. 

A wandering sage will 
not love the fall of night. 
You see better in twilight. The 
shadows give an illusion of angels.