Pondering the past

Pondering the past, lost
In this sea of desert,
Of this man blindly
Wondering, wandering in this
Journey of endless nights.

Thinking to move in
One path filled with lights.
And the joy of sleepless nights.

Finding the heart in the
Heartless mind, of the unconquered,
Untouched surface of blood.
And muscles tarnished by
Years of lust. Of skin tanned,
Burnt with desire of the
Unquestionable, invincible quest
To live forever and forever
Pondering the past.

---Mohan