Walking through this pathway in broad day light...
nothing could be noticed as far as the view comes into site;
Ain't on fire; still burning in the invincible possibility...
From outside its the questionable visibility;
yet this void having nothing is bright and beaming;
Remorse fragrance of impassiveness just about in the air...
makes me realize the stance of being alive with a flair;
Strange is the way this feather like touch felt so pleasant...
humming a timeless melody en-lived into an incessant;
Obscure, my identifications happens to dissolve bit-by-bit..
This rare magic resolves; getting me aligned with the existent;
Ridiculous are intentions running through directions those are diverse.
In prayers, to that which is not;
minuscule me, desires nothing less than the universe of discourse!
