I Am Awake 

It’s barely dawn,

The spotlights in the dark horizon,

Still twinkling,

Illuminating the horizon,

I knew I was in a path of reflection of dark horizon,

But splashing,

Though it was prolonged,

But it had to end somewhere at sometime,

And it did,

The reflection was gone,

I knew there was no way around,

Still I took the quest,

And now I am awake. 



It was just before the dusk,

With vivid orange all around,

Birds flying above the sun,

It felt like the sun nd the sea were never apart,

On the bluish orange horizon with few white patches,

Felt like an art,

But with no artist,

Beautifying the nature to its epitome.


The times when I fly above the clouds,

Always feels like personifying,

The whole vision ,

As clouds as my white sea,

And the everlasting blue horizon above it,

It gives me a thought,

Of sailing the ship on the white sea,

With the quest with no end,

In the search of peace ,

And the staircase to heaven.