Glow As You Row

On rocks made of broken dreams;

And bars of want for ore;

Lies my world!



I built my temple of contradictions;

Camped deep in my core;

Right where monks are clothed with bitterness!

A place where mere coincidence isn’t given a bow and arrow;

A place where relativity is placed next to appreciated qualities;

Where pilgrims offer sweet nothings  with  each bow;

Even though there isn’t any specter;

Where it isn’t plagued with cold or snow;

And where each can contemplate with sense;

A place where to feel good means to let go;

So as to let the heart reside where it wishes.



Only there can I feel serenity this deep!

I’ve finally figured my lines.

Soon I’ll be leaving to see what destiny has to bestow;

And on stepping stones that I’ve chose;

I shall learn when to step down and when to draw!

For snow is deemed fragile even at a glance;

If you make the right blow.

Sounds like a trance I know but am willing to take a chance;

For one shall glow if he/she perseveres as they row.

Lay back if you will, am going ahead!!