The End The Beginning
Condensed cloud, wonted wind, the hill I ascend
by Shreej k.c
I stare at the horizon, imagine the end
I shrug from the fantasy, they never really blend
I long to feel the raindrop on my face
Again left stirred by the fading embrace.
I sit wearily wander down the memory lanes
Somewhere it waxes somewhere it wanes
Elvish elation, tacit troth, an abrupt wend
Unseen cracks, unhealed scabs and futile fend
Nowhere I see the beginning nor clear is the end.