Journey

Sometimes, I sense a stranger who's always playing with my turns...
or else why my wings enfeebled with these many falls and rises..
I wished to fly alone in my own defined spaces...
but so many mysteries badly ending with me; always...
exposed to the most nakedness of this world...
it was truly heart breaking at the launch.....
now I 'm used to the whole lot traumatizing the sole...
a devine surrender blessed with the new sun shine....
But, all the imprints I 've bestowed are on the best interests of one and all
though it's the toughest game of this globe......
I 'm little pleased and wholly serene, right a way ...
after all the tremors, though it's called destiny...
And the story continues in the holy spins....