Dance of Destiny

While walking on the ridge

I often look down,

I look down to the past I left behind;

I look down to the mistakes I made

I want to in the fear, conquer the wind

I want to win.

In the long queue of facades

After a dejected afternoon

While all the faces were getting paled

I found you.

I found you from the ashes of glory,

I found you from the wings of fire

To restore the faith in me,

That I can win.

On some doomy winter evening

When no leaf was fuming the agility of their inner soul,

When snowflakes are growing old,

I meet you again,

With the symphony of autumn,

With the warmth of summer;

You lit me till I melt;

Why did I meet you?

I kept wandering, searching all around,

I have lost, lost among all the faces

Those kept me awake in some starry night;

I wondered again,

Did I meet you for all? Or

Was it a dance of destiny?