A Night's Saunter: An Introspective Poem

An introspective poem. 

I saunter across the meadows,

On a journey unknown.

Open are the fields

and so is my mind

perceptive to questions that want to room.

Questions about questions,

Thoughts about thoughts.

Abyssal conversations with the depths of my core,

A covert monologue with someone

who understands like no other.

The palpable mist of the night

stirs my skin shivering,

The chills rouse me to a sensation of -

Life,

Enliven me with the sentience for life.

Remember, it's frosty and cold,

The essence of still life,

Not lifelessness.

Pearls of dew on the velvety grass

draw my attention.

My reflection on the reflection of my form on the dew

makes me wonder,

Am I that or am I not?

A cobweb tangled in the blades of the grass

makes me admire its contorted intricacy.

Are all of life's events interconnected?

Are we all threads woven into the web of humanity?

Are we all related?

Yet, walk ever-diverging paths

never to converge?

My timeless speculations.

It starts to drizzle.

The soft drops that fall on my head

seem like messages.

Messages from the universe

encrypted in a voice no human can produce,

The voice of nature's rain.

I am left baffled,

Lost in thought.

I only know that the expansion of my mind

is at the brink of dawn,

Light has only begun to spread,

Exploration remains.

Gaurav Chandra Tuli