A flood of emotions. A stream of thoughts. All at once. Dynamic equilibrium. But only for an instant . Then you are drenched.Drained. The bridge collapses. The heart and mind part ways, like distributaries, each thirsty, to meet again, at the sea of eternal knowledge. The fresh air,its fragrance, Awakens the soul. Stirs the conscience. Tranquility. But only for an instant . Then the air,now a compound of temptations, creeps in. The filter breaks. You become exposed.Permeable. The soul loses you. Or do you lose the soul? A burning desire, An ignited mind. The heated air lifts you, Above all else, Above all others. But only for an instant . Then the flames lick you, your identity, And you remain in this body nomore. Where you live. Where you die. And where you gain everything in between. The world. Beautiful.Mysterious.Enchanting. But only for an instant . Then life takes over you. You are lost, Lost in its wilderness, Searching for answers, When they are all here, All around you. A
U r inspired. By new ideas. U r different. Because of the poetry u 'think'. U r created again. By challenges. U r me, Adhaa.