CURVES

CURVES


Different ways and directions they choose
Twists and turns are what one suppose
Journey starts and the curve of curiosity grows
It embraces it caresses and lets you go

One moves ahead with a glimpse of chrome
Some thoughts and whisper
A walk through forest and a desire to be taught
Lot of things to watch and learn
The curve of knowledge always greets with fun

Pathway emerges and some colours reach the dusk
Some sense arrives and later departs with touch
Wind catches a diffrent flow
 Roses bloom, Mind betrays and heart refuses to respond
The curve of love is beautiful of all
It plays , It laughs , It injures
Can take you high and Can even make you fall

Later the role is played by  desire and dreams
Step becomes larger , whatever the way is
The curve of obstacle somehow meets

Swords  get clashed ,  warriors show the strength of lords
Condition goes worser, NO food , NO air
Still the fight has to be fought
Blood flows like water, all the masks fall off
Reality becomes mirror, with more stronger determination

Even the storm hails the opponent they got
 A light emerges , A figure appears
And the curve of success smiles with throne

Finally the moment arrives , the thread goes weak
At the time of liberation one had loved the cage of orchids

Some cries or Sorrow
A view is all there to cherish
Time gets slowed and the curve of freedom awaits with glory

Probability or Predictions
the curves are always there even being Nobody

By- KSHITIJ SINHA

 12/10/2014

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