Insistence for Persistence

The strength of will

Pulsating through the veins of ardour, floods

My conscience to an extent that

The thin veil separating impossibility and chance

Dissolves into anonymity.

Life becomes a celebration,

It musters the audacity to dream,

And to live the dream.

Terra Firma

While walking along the oft-trodden path

I look up with greed in my eyes.

The quaint little piece of cloud above

Seems enough for me; it will suffice.

But while on the fly, cutting winds and height,

Bleary-eyed I gaze down below;

The glassy vision of my precious little land -

Beckons me from my journey. I alight.