When I met Me

The day started with a worthy sound

When I surely stepped onto my soul’s ground…

Just with a lightening it started again

The story of a true self and about a soul on the passion’s lane…


Spring showed its true colors

When I went for me in that summer…

On an empty street and warm sand

I was sure to meet me and to find my true land…


Nothing stopped me since

I ran and I ran faster…

For an unknown quest and a mystique journey

I never thought I can ever be a harvester…


Days went on and on

And I determined a new ground…

Where sleep speaks, the night shies

The day sings and my heart never frowns…

© Akhand Singh, 2012 © An Empty Glass, 2012

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