The Journey

Sun rising from the hope to despair When I move across the journey Floating from the fluids mother’s divine Studded by the dusts in layer of years. Fire may burn me with right precision one day Impaling all my bloods by the years taking its colors As of now I may suffer lest tomorrow i may flair As the past being shined when read by my heirs. Night falls slowly with ghastly noise of the sea Deeper and deeper as of redness in the setting sun When bird’s nest hanging on tree top cajoles flux Melting all the desires in a way to meet the past. Piercing the pains with smiles swooping as elastic as rain Bending like a rainbow springing smokes into the air Wrapping all my ravings from crowd by a blanket of fears As blood stops swirling in its room trespassing the pier. As all my harvest moons entangle in thoughts unencumbered Resting on a chair made of wood keeping my arms in an afternoon Flapping breaths running slowly between you and me confined When dreams come ruined and rumbling struck beneath the slumber.