A Traveller from Yesterday

I am-
A traveller from yesterday
Wandering and
Searching for a tomorrow
With a candle of
Present in my hand.

I don't know how many
Seasons passed by
In front of my eyes
Dreaming for the tomorrow.

A strange delusion it is
With shimmerig sceneries, and
Floating hopes
All vanishing in a flash
Before I reach.
So much meandering is the 
Voyage of life  
Weaved in the shackels of moments.
The flowing time - incessantly,
Wrapping itself with
The coming next moment .
Your own voice -  in these ruins, 
echoing sometimes
And resonating.
At times vanishing 
In the forests.
Still I am waiting
For the - revisit of yesterday.
Till then - I am restless
So is mine relentless desire.

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