I talk of the impending storm,

Yet I want to peep out,

 Perhaps, it’s just a fleeting moment,

 I tilt my head towards the horizon,

 And the dark clouds dampen my soul;

 It is always an uncertainty, 

 Still, I wish to move out, 

Perhaps, it’s an illusion again. 

It’s a maddening journey,

I call it “life”,

It quivers, bothers and deters,

A majestic blow it serves,

Still it entices and allures,

Beckons me to follow,

And I move on. 

 I refuse to retreat,

I cling on to the shadow

I yearn for the unseen,

I live for my tomorrow