Journey To Peace…

On top of the mountain,
A small house waits for me.
I am grasping some air,
Trying to breathe…
Everything is moving so slow,
Even the birds flying in a row.
Caught in a moment so still,
I lost all my desires my will.
A broken piece of my soul,
Leaving down my body as whole,
Wants to soar the sky,
Spreading my wings to  fly.
My eyes are closed now,
But my tears flow somehow.
The wind dries them off my cheeks.
Reassuring my soul to rest in peace.
Flying high I left everything down,
Finally realized what a great peace I found…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag