Escapade... It was or I was!

Escapade... It was... Or I was...!

I was there, 
Just there by the coast...
By the trail treading to the waters...
The trail embedded by the blooming
flowers of every pastel hue...
The flowers, so colourful, yet seemed
white by the coat of snow.


I was there,
Just there when the sun seemed like a
silver oyster...
When the sun was encircled by the
dark and fierce clouds...
When the clime swore to be 
umbrageous...
When the winds roared there 
utmost chills.


I was there,
Just there when my wings omitted 
all the strength they consumed...
When my body afeared what my eyes saw...
When my eyes went nocturne of the day and night, identic...
When I shivered and quivered deep
to my bones, yet yearned to fly away.


I was there,
Just there when my patience was 
wearing thin...
When this blizzard storm kept me from flying...
When my wings ached to breathe the fine lines of sky... 
When I dazedly wanted to flee away, en-route to fossick,
yet found no escape.


I was there,
Just there scrambling through my final breaths...
When the revulsion in the weather caught my sight...
When clime finally was showing mercy on me...
When I finally took a sigh of relief hoping to pull through it.


I was there,
Just there when unconsciousness claimed me, stealing me from the pain...
When I was left blind and mute and aching...
When I was fighting the fog but spiralled down to oblivion...
When I heard soft garbled voices and the fog surrounded me once more and I was dragged down.... down. No!
When I met a resounding, listless silence from my body and the world dipped and blurred and I'm gone.


I was there,
Just there witnessing blear-eyed,
the morning so anew...
When the fog lifted, I had lost trail of time...
When the air was swaying away the frost...
When my eyes were seeing the clear coast...
When the essence of life got back its elixir.

I was there,
Just there filling myself in with how nature imbued the entire scenario... 
When my eyes were reflecting the impaste I was seeing...
When the waters by the shore, now stilled, threw back the colours of the sky...
When the sun was hanging on the clouds in its very colours...
When I finally vindicated the beauty flowing along with me.


I was there,
Just there flipping my wings, all set to venture a new world ,a new me!
When I was throbbed with all that will rest in the memories forever...
When I pulled life out of the funk of the past few days...
When I told myself aloud to unearth the abundance of nature...
When I did swear to myself to take chances for its once that we live!


I was there,
But not anymore... 
I crossed the trail treading to waters...
I tossed myself past the blooming flowers, that were dancing to their vanquish...
And now I am flying in the colours of the sky...
With the sun playing its music
and the clouds yodelling in sync.


I was there,
Just there moments ago...
And now it seems like the music came back to life...
Water, land breeze, meadow, trees, flowers, the sound of the earth was writing music to my soul...
Nothing could have made me feel more vivacious than finding life embracing me once again...
I, at last, stepped out of the thoughts clouding me, making me feel overwhelmed and I took a leap.


I was there,
Just there a moments ago...
And now I'm drenched in the clouds swimming in the clear blue sky...
The gaudy red sunrise is peering teasingly over a distant mountain peak...
I have never witnessed such a profusion of colours in a lock-stock...
It entirely dazzled me with a whirl of sights.


I could see, distinctly, the days' escapade, or can be said, "my escapade!"

#AfrinFatima

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