The whites..

Oh, the whites, they smiled, 

From the peak of the world,

Shining more than the brightest star i ever saw 

As i approached, 

the closer, the better they got

Almost taking my breathe 

Overwhelmed, i gazed..

the whites,

Being more broader, more brighter..

I realized, my eyes closed,

as i was taking the breath in..

the one it almost took away, 

i needed that to keep it in.. 

Soulful glance at graces 

Overflowing the baskets of memories.

I filled it all with care, 

one after the other.. 

the tear drop then hit my hand

turning slowly into the shiny pearl

I smiled back

it was still standing,

White turning yellow 

and sun gilded everything

including my pearl that i was still holding.. 

Oh, my bad,

it wasn't meant for me to keep

I could neither throw nor hold onto it

Hasty attempt of basket-ing

failed, i am still holding 

wishing it to keep it forever

I am still holding....