The Soul Sanctuary: Restart

Dec 27, 2010

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 5:20 AM

You can smell it

Almost taste it,

The acrid scent of a new beginning.

Wisps of it draw closer and they're

Intertwining with locks of flyaway hair

And tainted memories are thinning.

You can hear it, that sound

Of destiny turning around,

You can feel the anticipation of nature;

The winds whisper courageously

Of a new direction solidifying solely

Neither a mockery nor a cruel caricature.

You can feel the forgiveness

That rushes to your likeness,

You feel in you the power to forget the past;

It's as if the sea is at your command,

The waves navigate the ship at your demand,

And you guide it from atop a godly mast.

The blood that rushes through your veins

Picks up speed as the wind whips your hair

And stings your eyes, encourages you to forget,

And reminds you that in love, everything is fair.