Tryst with newness

Looking forward there lies still those doors which haven't yet unlocked for me to have a hint what unfolds ahead,

There are several windows which give passage to my vision of what happens if not i go straight..

To the not fainting yet a slower version of my race with what happens next..

Palpating my destiny with whatever i feed my sense at crest

I feel the unscrupulous certainty of frivolous fights and lies there the intimidating insights of daunting days

But the the soldier in me knows how to manifest unfavorable times to peace that comes from place of mess

like the little rose bud despite knowing of peevish pests glamours to a gorgeous bloom

So does the deer drink from the common water in the jungle knowing the hungry carnivore awaits anytime his doom

The pace of days and nights breaths its survival amidst all sad stories

To create the bigger story which we partly create with our dreams,hopes and worldy affairs

Knowing not what lies ahead is the certainity that life gifts

which we can withstand either playing the defeated tune or the tune that never fails