The runway

I found myself running for something

for what i was very much fond of

an endless walk on a lonely dark street

where difficult for one to find the other hand

something can be seen blurred there

which i was trying to see, but wasn't visible

the search was taking an imaginary shape

I had felt the sitis for the destiny,

was tired, not ready to give up

desiring for a glimse of the fate

every stone was a part of my journey

each particle was witness of my enthu

who knows where this walk will get  rest

where the else will be mentined

wheather footprints will remain or ruined

there is neither return ticket available

nor the choice to get stagnant

only one of the all rest is known

i will witness the whole, 

with my same unsatisfied thirst........