alis grave nil : nothing is heavy to those who have wings

vivid flow of rivers of my thought
conspired to draw me deep within
my own world my own being
trying in vain old game of hiding

face it or fake it
one has to make it
the chase now transformed
to a new beginning
where gloom is as true as lightening

no longer at crossroads
i stood without a choice
it hardly matters
whether one succumb or rejoice
that one way ahead
drawing me with all its might
like a grain of sand
swaying in mighty dash of breeze
how can one judge
whats wrong and right ?

i held time still
letting lose threads of imagination
will i turn to ashes
or is it time for rejuvenation
countless ripples on calm core
where on surface i became
a vast ocean

when i gave in to life
it began unfolding
guess its done with
its spree of testing
my endurance and strength
or clueless at my indifference

hope in my heart
song on my lips
dream in my eyes
air in my lungs
sky above my head
soil beneath my feet
a part of me wants to leave
and a part wants to stay
ceased between this sway
gathered my being
i am waiting for your
next sting

guess the journey is yet to begin...