But is the voyage dreadful, dark though under the moonlight,
Well the fragrance has swept some one aside, was it the fading broad day light?
Sailing through the high tides sailing on calm ones never sought to see the plight…
Amazing isn’t it the blooming flower lost its reason to open up to the world outside.
Has never been loved nor been in vase it can be said was of complete waste..
Chased the fragrance of flower which only fetched a few shade of darkness and …
Where was? I what was, I the flower was all shattered and den came thy by my blush..
With a sense of pride and some lost thoughts a cool calm breeze came across the east..
The bloom saw a feast but swallowed the reality that it has not come for it…
But the pounding journey of the breeze unsettled him and was all perplexed…
Fearing and diffusing the last blow it tried to stand again, but was still all confused..
Learnt to fight and rise and was helped by thy reflection whenever it came…
Always happened to incise the gullet to be locked and say am not hurt in any way..
Was the moments so splendid I got selfish and never thought the breeze slapping me..
Gone was the charm in me, and is showed and was just trying to hold on to come..
Day and nights, its not the sight which the flower missed it was always their..
But some time was seen some time never cared to be seen or just not cared and all
Was being selfish and handed over nothing just brushed apart and felt freshness…
And saw the cool breeze drifting apart yet being as true as had been and gripping
Doing so was graving the cool breeze never noticed it but what can on ask and say.. fly.. Can’t ride on nor can fall from it be it true the cool breeze happens to be my life...
am not fearing............
