Mirage, Oasis and Songs

In the vast desert,
Traveled miles alone,
With dry lips,
Sunken cheeks,
With a bag ,
With gemstones.
He is a traveler,
Towards unknown.

Seeing the mirage-
Full of water,
Running fast,
Until the breath lasts.
And – nothing was there.
Like all the pasts ever,
Illusions do not last.

He asks the sun –
The reason behind,
Destiny’s strange fun.

Still – hopes for a bliss,
And a gentle kiss.
And he walks again,
For one fine day,
They say – there exists a oasis.
In the dunes,
Playing his own tunes.