Day: December 20, 2015

Her Quest……

Soulful rythms,

When the path broke up ahead

She said she knew the way……

How it bent, where it led…..


Hums and drones,

When she steps upon one,

She says she has the light……

If there is no Sun.


Whispers grow loud,

When she starts to run,

She would not look at them,

Till she is done.


Deafening silence,

This abyss is rare……

And oh! It is a tunnel;

But it will end somewhere.


Lazy yawns,

All seems at rest……

She struggles to barely walk

Is this all about her quest?


Blaring trumpets,

She knew this path well enough,

A few more runs,

And it wouldn’t be so tough.