My Purpose

Isolated by reasons
I knew not existed,
I remain a mortal forgiven.
To shun all beginning,
To embrace every end,
In a world but one man would live in.

I care not for hope;
I live not for dreams.
I'm no slave to obligatory regret.
These memories are
Mine to forever recollect,
Or to savour before I forget.

Passions of the whim,
Justify not life.
They merely justify existence.
Friendly souls to
The heathen shadows, knock
On hells door with persistence.

By,
Nikhil Menon