coming to terms

Coming to the terms of life
is difficult I, sense but with
with winds that came across
patting my back with
reassurance that life holds
more than what I, expected
and made me move along
swaths of grass and asked
me to take in the fragrance,
devoured the freshness
from the mist of serenity,
walked into the portals
of nothingness, where I could
feel the hollowness of eternity
and a mere of thought of no pain
and no rain of happiness,
moves towards the infinity of lives
where life is nothing a matter
of living during the course of breaths
we take in order to rein the horses
of uneven moments, love and loss
is a matter of wants and wishes,
embers of past are mere spangles
in the amber of feelings, parchment
of heart seeks feathers of flights
to fly in the Elysium of silence,
where no matter exists and
no distance matters, now nothing
matters to me as life is a matter
of continuity or lives or for eternity
I seek the hollowness of destiny,
where destiny would wonder
to be what's the matter and point
of it's own existence and entity
©prasannakkumar