One season has gone past me,
I have been through the quest for joy,
I am not assertive about the distance I have covered,
So it’s the time to reckon, of the trail I have crossed
To start was the known lane,
To choose between was stone path and green pastures,
It was simple and easy to go for green pastures..
To my amusement, it wasn’t so obvious
My illusion of having known it was fake !
Suddenly transforming, it shattered my perceptions
Lost I staggered, wandered...
Too much lost in transition, but no delightful creation.
Yes, there was a dawn of realization,
Rifting apart, my thoughts got influenced
I stood there for myself, seeing the bridge of my dreams and life flouting away
A huge sea poured in from nowhere separating me into two halves
I am still, pondering for the fate that slapped me so absurdly
Why it took so long to comprehend the insanity of my ideas ?
It wasn’t the insanity though; it was the apprehension of my surrounding which could not amalgamate this rebel,
So, at this point, I stand, still confused as to where I locate, when I started and what is my accomplishment.
All the way through this, I think over within myself,
As I reach for so-called best pal, which is unknowingly my own soul
Trembling with shock, I stand there looking up to it trying to find some deeper sense to my otherwise futile chase,
Amazingly it reflects the goodness still inherent in me, in my solitude I gaze at the grace and spirit camouflaged by this storm !
Yes, I discover the power and comfort I always aimed for
My mission is yet to begin, and though I have lost some ground
There is an immense enlargement in the expanse with myself
I stand on much stronger foothold with greater grit and determination,
There is encouraging hope this sea will narrow down,
And I will see the bridge of my dreams and life merging together onto a single spine
After all it’s just been one season,
The best is yet to come……