Where I Wish to be ?

Where I wish to be ?

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On the road to somewhere,

Somewhere I thought i wished to be.

Somewhere, that started as a destination,

its the road that’s become me. .

Little by little, each passing day,

Heart and soul that grow- cruising through purples,

or Stuck at life’s Grey.

It’s a joy ride, 

through the school that is life.

It’s a new canvas everyday,

Paint-brush that is mind.

On road to somewhere,

It’s the road that’s making me, me.

Does it really matter, 

where I wish to be ?

The Sunset in Mara

The Sunset in Mara.

Just that, it doesn’t really set in Mara,

It makes way for the circles of life to come alive, 

It’s the crimson trumpet that blows to make way 

For the battlefield to come to life.

For the eyes that glow in the dark and the hunters ready to unleash.  

The stealthy stalkers at ease,

Vs the vigilant senses,

the predators on loose,

Vs the strong defences. 

The failed chases, 

The triumphant blood red faces,

The joining dots to story of evolution,

And the daily survival races. 

A new story is written,

When sun sets in Mara.

Just that, sun doesn’t really set in Mara,

It makes way for Mara to paint the story of life,

For a new day to see.