Peeked through the cracked window of VIBGYOR treehouse

nestled among the dainty dreams and their ferocious warlords


what did I see?


barren horses thirty

devoid of food and praying for mercy

crawling on the front and

painting the cracks sanguine with their hind

boulders standing proud on their path.


Struck by the misery

I close my eyes



look again


what do I see?


I see courage and will

never to give up and fail

I see determined eyes and beauty in bleak

unshakable faith

all in one breath.


– (perspective,

never give up)