crossroad.

broken, smitten, crazy

in a trance...

losing herself to the windy nights...

dazing about in the mysteries that surround...

standing on the crossroads...

seeing the shining pearl far away...

yearning to go inside that pearl for resting there eternally...

till the sun rises and sets...

till the moon shines and stars twinkle..

strolling along the never ending seashore..

she breathes slowly, advances..

unless comes the whirlwind to thrash her, trap her..

pearl flowing away leaving her breath heavy...

she surrenders but the yearning never dies..

it fades, it loses its colors, but its alive...

she starts all over again following the light...

but the light is intermittent...

she needs the light of her soul...

she feels that has extinguished long back..

or may be it has never seen the light..

heading towards austerity, walking at her own pace..

towards the oblivion..

the ever existing void is taking its toll to an abysmal end..

or plain simple oblivion..

crossroads is the beginning to an end or an end in itself...

or the means to an end?