Stories

Silent winds shout outside my window
And a street light flickers in disdain
As I watch through the pale yellow
Haze that has gripped the inner mountain.

We can dive deeper for limits also have stories
The deepest, the highest, lonely from eternity
If only someone would reach beyond the mysteries
To uncover the greatest treasures of humanity.

Lightning flashes become visible now and then
Even the Gods have their own stories to tell
What happens to the wishes of the roads we take?
Even she had her share to which you should have listened.

There must be stories similar to mine,
Waiting under layers of dust; to shine
Everyone feels the storyteller's pain
What about these stories dying in vain?