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
Akhand Singh 