In between the azure and the green
I float to find my place
What really is my space?
.
A space that I can call my own
A space where who I am, I can be
Should I look for my roots or should I find my wings?
.
Sometimes, my feet touch the ground
My wits become aware of one extreme
A tryst with reality sets in
.
The humdrum, the extraordinary,
The boundaries, the accountabilities
The convoluted multifarious maze of living
.
As I reach the threshold
I look at the sky-
Cerulean, pristine with divinity glistening
.
It lifts my spirits like wind beneath wings
Slowly and steadily, I touch the zenith,
Surrounded by white, I find myself
.
A fairy tale seems to be unfolding
An exquisite, wondrous place it is
Is it not far away from my reality?
.
To another extreme, I seem to have stretched,
In the bliss of nature, away from human living
In a fantasy world, I try to find my footing
.
But not for long, as equilibrium is again lost
I spot an urge for the truth, the realities
I now set up my space on the vastness of sand
.
A place that’s real, still away from reality of reality
On the secluded piece of land,
I hope to be, who truly I am
.
I grapple for words, to describe my quest
A quest I believe in, a quest for self,
To discern emotions, the quintessence of experiences
.
Searching for myself, I find akin to a prayer
A prayer to dive in the profundity of ocean within,
Somewhere in between the azure and the green
.
P.S. My name translates to “prayer” and I’ve included that in the last stanza.
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