A Not So Rosy Gesture

Mild air with a mystic touch,
awakened me up from the slumber..
Somehow which was kept in dark
and still hidden, deep inside,
description-less ,yet annoying is it's feature
that forces me to run
and to divulge in the race,
to win it, if I can.

Thirsty as I am always
ready to quit may be,if option given
Yet I run to keep the race alive
to help the petals to survive,and
to blossom in full bloom
So that the voice could last long
singing the note of the song
I want to hear,and share
with you; to free the dream ,
that sticks around like a glue to
hold the desire
and never allowed me to set the fire,
to diminish whatever holds anything back
and launches the journey in backtrack.

So free it will be sure one day,
to torch the hindrance made of clay
and set the speed to move ,to achieve
when neither the mind nor the heart retreat...