XII.

The Forest of Possibilities

What if I win

and take you by your arms

into the forest of possibilities

Where sun shines the brightest

And moon hums lullabies

Where rivers kiss the flowerbeds

And breezes don't know goodbyes

where the grass is always wet

from the last night's dew

Where horses gallop high

across the sun kissed meadows

Where rain sings ballads

of lovers and loners

And such beautiful journeys

that has seen no travelers

Where leaves rustle poetry

And birds whistle music

Where creatures possess magic

And know you from ages

Where you find a home

With a garden of tulips

And walls full of daisies

And only a few roses

Where

The fireplace is lit

The coffee is warm

And the books probably smell of love

What if I win

And I take you by your arms

To the forest of possibilities

What if you win

And take me by my arms

To the forest of possibilities

Ayushmaan Mishra · 2026-06-02