About a journey!

This point,
this very point.
He wakes up,
from the dream,
that had been-
upon him, enshrined!

It was not,
what he would,
call for himself,
a shade, to let-
his morals down!

Dampness was,
even a chance,
an opportunity now;
that it had come to him.
It seemed above all negativity,
For, it was auspicious.
In a way, it was-
a reflection of self;
that, the real world,
had met his-
fantasy sped gaze.
It was peace,
peace after long-
a time that had stretched.
Now, an awakening,
to him did prolong.

The skies were clear,
thoughts were confident,
his reality had been-
his answer to his questions.
Questions, that were-
asked, and asked in tones,
resplendent, and pure.
Only if those knew,
that, imagery and the real,
were different connotations.

When someone tried,
to explain it to him;
he used to be silent then,
but he knew, it would come,
what he was waiting for.
So, he followed his instincts,
to let the lessons come his way.

Lessons of life, no one could deny.

Many men came,
who passed his gaze,
who talked to him lots-
and went away, the next state.

It was, all in learning-
of how the world worked.
Now, after getting a blow,
at the same instant,
It was, one's nature,
to counter, accept or deny.
What if, it had hit him bad-
he did counter that emotion,
held on to himself strong.

It's how one learnt, he thought;
and swept away, that road,
to the next lane, to reach his dream.
Dream, that elated him earlier,
that elates him now. For what,
came and what left, was the past.
What remained always,
was his dream, and his confidence.
That, he would make it big one day,
to the stars. He had it in him,
It was, the magic in his slate, his faith.

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Gagandeep Singh Vaid