I talk of the impending storm,
Yet I want to peep out,
Perhaps, it’s just a fleeting moment,
I tilt my head towards the horizon,
And the dark clouds dampen my soul;
It is always an uncertainty,

Still, I wish to move out,

Perhaps, it’s an illusion again.

It’s a maddening journey,
I call it “life”,
It quivers, bothers and deters,
A majestic blow it serves,
Still it entices and allures,
Beckons me to follow,
And I move on.

I refuse to retreat,
I cling on to the shadow
I yearn for the unseen,
I live for my tomorrow