As I walk down the green garden of light,
searching for that voice calling me day and night,
I stop to reach to the river of crystal clear opportunity.

As I bend down to feel that water, but yet,
it seems to slip away.
As I try and try and somehow never seem to touch it,
I look up.
A mirage? A facade?
But no, she looks like me, but is unlike me.

As she smiles and waves at me,
a feeling of surrealism creeps into me.
A slideshow,
she smiles, she shouts, she waves, she gasps,
all in vain, as no words reach me.
I turn around to look back, from where I came.
The contrast confuses me.

A sheet of light is all that differentiates the two sides,
Darkness, brightness.
As I stand on the brink of my world, the start of another,
all those memories rush in,
as if threatening to hold on, to carry on devouring me from the other side.

But I have reached here,
the place that was my every aim.
But yet something holds me back,
Conviction? Determination?

Am I dreaming,
when I see myself being lifted across the river onto her side?
But yes I am.
This is my summit.
And all this while I fought to reach here,
on the other side.

The side that faces darkness,
the many difficulties that has to be dealt with,
the side that annuls any pain that ever arose from within this bosom.