Ocean of Misery

I was looking for peace,
as a Shrouded shrimp,
In this Ocean of Misery,
Samsara.
In all its eight corners,
with my proud horses running,
In purity ,In beauty,
upon all those abstract tiles,
But It was not so simple,
May be I was too complex,
for this simplicity of Peace,
May Be I still am,
The same shrimp,
In his shame ,sanity and shackles.
And the same samsara,
vanishes not.
Like a Nightmare ,
at which you look in desperation,
Hoping it gets over,
Just Like a Hooked dove,
tired of all the struggles
Looking for silence and peace,
The Final Peace.
But the Ocean is too vast,
Even for my long past.
I found it not in her bosom,
where I hide many times,
Nor in melody ,
Nor in Rhythm.
Or rhyme,this or that.
I know not when it ends,
I know not how it ends,
I know not why it ends,
I just hope,
It ends.