The search for the unknown continues…

groping in the dark ,

fumbling in the blues,

walking forth in light,

ahead lies a horizon,

a mirage…

an illusion,

a hallucination …

which moves away and vanishes,

as I try to touch

with my fingers…

The colored  sky envelopes ,

speaking volumes of mute varsity,

reflecting  images of the world,

unknowingly …

I  think again,

how would be

 my tryst with destiny…

Destiny which like a veiled maiden,

conceals  her gorgeous face,

playing hide and seek

with  enchanting eyes,

whenever I try to find her trace ,

Through the golden mist,

She becomes obscure

the unknown search continues…forever.