Growing Tall

Standing at the start
after the end of beginning
walk begins on the new path
chosen for you

and you walk....

on the rosebeds of love
through the thorns of hate

Oceans call out on you
to a new island of greneery,
of life....

Emotions like waves start engulfing
blurred visions begin to clear
as heart begins to smile

The familiar begins to creep in
But with a freshness anew
the swim becomes a pleasure
and you float

dreams, hopes, castles, desires
and everything beautiful
in future beckons

The fear of being drowned again
slowly and slowly dies
and when u think -
nothing could go wrong
that path takes a u-turn

And then you find yourself
back again where you started
the cycle completes itself...

And then you wonder
why did it ever have to start?
Whether you moved a step forward
Or was it a step back?

But then my friend,
the question isnt about progress
for the time is still
doesnt move at all.
And all that ever matters is -

Did the I shorten
Or
Did he grow tall?