Times

There are times,
That evoke passion within one’s heart,
Passion that creates an all consuming fire,
That creates and destroys,
And amidst that destruction,
A new world is created,
A new canvas, where everything is pure,
Everything is serene,
Everything is neutral,
It aint a Black and White world,
But several shades of grey exist here,
Good or bad don’t exist here,
Just the zest to create exists, Its mouldable,
The Possibilities and Impossibilities are infinite,
There are no boundaries,
There are no limitations,
Imagination runs amok here,
For this new world within the heart,
Stretches as far as the eye can see.

These times, these moments
They surround us, yet some are far from them,
Failing to grasp the gravity of the passion they evoke,
And so live in eternal ignorance of their power,
These moments drive us,
They define us,
They give us the power to do great things,
Good and Evil are mere words
These Moments are the reality.