He who was mine.

Fearing the dark was my fantasy,
Walking alone had been my need…
Darned by the fate who kept me embraced
When there was no one to pay me heed…

Beautiful was that little grass streak
Abandoned by destiny
Through its solitude being
Narrating its tail... uncanny

Flowing waters is music to me
Not imprisoned by expectations grand
Uncouth thoughts
Now I stray this mystic land

On my ambivalent journey
To nowhere
Overjoyed am I to hold
This little soul in my hand…
His color dipped in gold


His deep blue eyes reminds me
Of that summer sea
So much of innocence it carries
Awed by the nature and He...!!


P.S this by far the most spontanious poems tht ive eva writtn..