Beyond

Sometimes I tend to stare beyond boundaries,
A sense of utopia prevails then,
For a moment or two to me,
It seems like I live the perfect life.

My thoughts then fly like a kite,
Not knowing to what extent they can go,
Unaware of what may happen next,
They guide themselves towards the unknown.

And then in a second I am back,
I find myself staring at a wall,
I try to look beyond again, but in vain,
The kite has been cut, it has gone down.

It sets in so deep, this loneliness,
It engulfs you like the quicksand,
It pulls you in so that you cannot see,
How shall I now stare beyond those boundaries?

V.V.Vikram