The beginning is mysterious
The end fascinates
I see its flight
The projectile of life….
The own dreams, follies and a few deeds…
It lifts, soars high and touches the top
And descends….doesn’t fall…
A gradual descent…almost flat now
Like the pebble dancing upon
The smooth face of pool
Kissing and flying, both transient…
The end is beautiful..
Learning the best of it….
The silence of life
The silence is signature of patience
Drawing, designing, painting it
In the best for a final go.