The Fear of Unknown

PART-I

Once again

being haunted by

the same old queries,

found myself

standing in the realm

of my self-conceived worries.

I stared for long

at the infinitely stretched ocean

and yeah i did laugh

being convinced

it is far less deep

than my array of thoughts.

and nor

is its turmoil

greater than my heart's it seems.

as you can see

there its clashing waves

but here its breaking dreams

PART-II

But then my

gaze fell on distant

stars and unscaled sky

Was it

goosebumps that I felt

of my heart urging to fly

As I began

my journey to stars

and my dreams became my wings of flight

clearing away

the mist of worries

and castle of destiny came in my sight.

now I knew

no more i was naive nor was i incompetent,

they were all fears of my heart.

fear!!!

that is prevalent, fear! that is perennial

a fear that encases every golden start

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