so here where it led me
after this long time
after this long tardy travel
i can't say if i like it here
or maybe i am beginning to like it
or is it the habit settling in
i have always dreaded of being
rooted in one place and yet somewhere
in my heart i longed for it too
so here where it led me
here i am
i am scared and fearful
this is what i knew would happen
this is what i wanted to avoid
on second thought,i am not
published story but
manuscript in the process
it may fail to be successful one
but i can turn it how i want it
and that thought is enough
to keep me going,
keep going on and be part of
that sketch of lady disappearing  in dark
or is it emerging into light?
i wont know which part will i be
of that shaded sketch of lady
in black and white.
but here i am and i don't have to stop...