cutting through the circles

under the vast blue ceiling,

amid frontiers, across terrains.

to each and every one their place,

to every place its own time

and every time bears its face.

at phases, we believe,

we are bound to all 

the above-mentioned.

we are meant to move on -

in circles. 

and then we spiral down -

hit the hard bottom,

only to find the pebbles,

and we fling it so high,

we breakthrough.

only to know

the sky is the limit. 

- amit charles 

Image courtesy: Priya Raghu ( @_priyaphotography_ )