Destiny - her creation

Those tiny wings that wanted to fly

Colors of jinx , pinch of wry

She had all her dreams and imaginations

Magic was she, destiny – her creations

All wanted to possess her charm 

Inside a jar they craved to keep her warm

But she seaked the snowy cliffs

The sea’s surf and those riffs

All day long she flew and dreamed of more flights

Of distant lands and those untouched heights

Of sandy beaches and coconut trees

But time had its own fees

The dreamy she entered a dream

Climbed upon mountains, dived into those streams

Met numerous new people

Made new decisions became fickle

She thought she was learning more

Indeed it was true but there was more in store

Her wings became battered in the process

With her dreams attained she had more dreams but in mess

Her mundane life called her with a welcoming jar

But she couldn’t have returned after going that far

She thought about the goal decided for her long back

But it was no more her aim rather was a lack

She thought about her new dreams

They were so many of numerous new streams

All told her its absurd to have such thoughts

She was expected to choose one of available pots

But she wanted none of them

All she needed was a floating stem

And upon that stem she wanted to flow

And reach all highs and nature’s low

But her dreams were risky and she knew it

All she knew was she didn’t want to sit

She had to make a decision soon

All she did was see that distant moon

Her mother’s wishes, long awaited bright future, 

The meeting in the process, the past’s caricature,

All of them were in between 

she was herself back in her teens

she was scared to take any new step

with her wings gone she felt her will at shocking tap

sudden desires, intense emotions

will to quit but her aspirations

all she needed was one way to go

all she found was possibilities of to and fro

she looked at herself again

her wings had gained their strength like stem

she was her own stem she knew

she and only she was the answer to her questions’ crew