The testimonies of time

l ike the light at the end of the tunnel.., the impenetrable darkness never fades, like the fragrance of the flowers.., the leaves break and wither to all shades... like the stars scintillating at night.., the summer sun singes the sand, like the tranquil breeze through the hair.., the prodigious high tides lash the land... like the green cover in the forest.., the deserts line the map of earth, like the ethereal fog on the cold surface.., to carbon black smoke there's no dearth... like the serene blue skies.., the honks-brawls never cease, like the 'sweet dream' each night.., the nightmare perturbs thy ease... like the path that lies ahead.., the trail left behind is daunting, like the heights newly attained.., the GHOSTS of the past are HAUNTING...

The lightening streak, in clouds eluded, purposeless seemed any deed.., the sun, moon & the world merely lingered, inspiration they didn’t much breed.. I was stuck in the tornado of time, going on and on with no clear site.., days just strolled past in dismay, the aviator couldn’t control a kite.. This all ceased, that one day, when winds cleared the hazed.., I felt a light brimming me inside, as I saw the prettiest damsel I’d gazed.. As you walked past with panache, personifying a gorgeous tide.., the aura binded my erratic thoughts, and I felt the trance by the side.. Like rose petals floating on pristine water, your hair danced to the tunes of air.., the simple attire appeared ethereal, akin to snowtops conjuring the glare.. My heart seemed exhilarated, thumping.. Yes! I could hear the sound.., my hands acknowledged the transfix, the bemused legs lingered on the ground.., I watched thy silhouette fade away, till the distance as it faded away.., I held myself stirred to the soul...

Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the untreaded, tread on.., lays your destiny its subtle steps, for long in your slumber it has drawn.. Dread not the splinters on the way, hardly do they pierce deep.., aware you are, of the road at length, you’ve carved it in your sleep.. “A cul-de-sac”, its called by the clique, there’s nothing more futile they say.., the denunciation, oh! its amusing, luster you behold beyond the fray.. The path is at large picturesque, positive perspective here, seals the deal.., enthralling so is the destination, adversities as many, let the road reveal.. The scattered sunrays mark its daytime, crafting shadows where the trees intrude.., mystical lights ornament the night, dancing across the surface, they elude.. Your peers, still are loath, wedge, their feet may, in the swamp.., fret no bar for the intrepid, lotuses, you foresee, after the tramp.. Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the unfollowed, forge on, honor... yes, glory! awaits the inventor, your reveri...