Where is the destination is not known

Ever since the lamps of my eyes were extinguished, since then the darkness started coming to me.
Whenever I used to run on the paths on which I kept stumbling every step of the way
life taught me something
now I have started to take care of the lessons after falling at every step.
As if there is no talk of far and near
no hope and no desire
echoing in all the four directions, who are you, who are you?
they touched the ears and started passing through the ears.
It was when the eyes kept seeing the difference in people
now this feeling kept reminding me
thinking that what is today, may not be tomorrow
happiness started flowing like sorrow.
Walk on the path that wants to say something, the sky wants to say something,
everything is ashes
everyone will be mixed in ashes
It has become a habit to live in loneliness
where is there no path being told
feet are tired, this journey is not easy, eyes do not know where is the destination