Ruffling of the trousers to the wildest of the winds,
disturbing the perturbed silence that’s reigning me,
with naked back to sky, I stand riveted to the ground,
while thoughts of singularity swirling within me to see!
“What of beauty when looked thorough eyes of nigh,
where does it lie if not in hands of the designer?
could it be manifold, each for one pair of eyes?
what amplifies idea, it lies in the hands of beholder?”
“What of all words if they do not convey the emotion?
whom do they belong if not to the dull mind that forms?
would they weigh the same if seen from so far away?
what simplifies notion of speaking while words are treasure?”
“What of life if not oneway that can’t be traveled back?
what else it say rather its yours to screw the way you want
could it mean something else if seen any other day?
what complicates this notion of living rather accepting?”
Running thoughts taking toll, takes a step back beyond cliff,
the free fall clears the air, while the mind becomes chill,
numb heart waits for the moment eagerly just to stay still,
these final moments, I think of nothing but the beyond!