I am a gurgling stream
Slithering around mossy rocks
Meandering around boulders in between,
Making my way, breaking away.
Rushing downhill
Eager to meet myself
In the stillness of even ground,
An amorphous energy
Scraping the earth
I steal a shade of its own brown.

I am the nomadic wind
Floating wild and unrestrained
Howling away in the night
Fanning a pregnant flame
Dancing on in lonely aisles
Flavoured by the morn's sunrise
Flirting with clouds in the skies.

I am a silent melody
No maestro's creation
Just a few scattered notes
Whirpooled in an ocean.
Between these stacattoed tunes
There lies a void
Waiting to be filled
with random percussions
Of a different beat.

I am a half read novel on a dusty shelf
Dog eared pages
Blushing with yellow stains
I am the riveting plot
The climax not yet in the frame.

I am a beginning
An actor's first role in the lead,
The germination of a tiny seed.
A wisely sage in distress,
A debutante's work in progress,
I am ... Infinite.