Withdrawing in my shell

I shunt myself to inner world

Seeking the prime solace

I argue on a new tangent.

 

Closing my tired eyes

I see the violet images

The past, present and future

I black out, liberating destiny.

 

Climbing the hill of solitude

I look down to my life

Working hard, day and night

I see myself, running for newer flight.

 

At this hold of moment

I realize

That there was a ceiling to every height.

 

 

 

 

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