Crossing and weaving with each moment.
Slowly reaching to it's destination.
Each day it feels it is getting near,
to the finish line which is visible from here.
Not a day passes without the sudden rush;
rush of variant splurges of complexing emotions.
Sometimes a long lingering smile,
with a thought of someone in mind.
Sometimes a sad sigh,
just by waiting that seems prolonged.
Pouring of red liquid is still functioning out,
with the beats sounding clear,
in the echoing silence of surround.
Consuming toxicity of each falling hour,
impatience is now taking shape deep down.
When will it end?when will i go there?
Thrusting questions storming the mind.
Heavenly peace and utmost harmony,
experience of a sudden bliss through fury.
Stopping beats,liquid stands still,
clock ticks on and breathe is lost.
Now atlas journey ends.
Long coveted destination,
there you see she reaches heaven.