My soul was made to wander in the lone deserts of dust, heat and pain,
I raced towards every big or little mirage in a hope to discover an oasis;
Blood was dripping past the edges and cones of this body made of flesh and bones,
Yet i thrived my best to reach the point;
Alas, mirage one after another,
There was no oasis to be found;
The sweatballs covered me entirely,
grasping me into that very phenomena of death i was about to experience;
Yet again i kept my foot ahead and crawled through and past the dusty floor beneath my very existence,
Breath shattered, shallow sights dimmed my way;
Path was not clear and everything seemed to be in vain,
The sun rays spiralled around my heavy mind, piercing in all the thoughts of despair;
I was loosing it all,
when suddenly drops of heaven started to sprinkle graciously across my shadowed and dusked face;
I looked up above,
to have found a new sapling of hope to go ahead;
The downpour made me sipp in every drop,
to gain back the sanity i had lost behind;
My lungs were drained ,
lips were dried with all that effort and steps put by;
This life was yet to be renewed,
and i went ahead to find my oasis;
Unaware of my survival,
I was ready to venture into that very "blizzard of forms" ahead..!
© SreelekhaBose