Descent And Ascent

My hilly paths are full of pits, and my trails turn and twist. My life and destiny have contracted clandestine tryst. As there are dams blocking rivers that flow flawlessly Unknown hurdles put pauses to life rather lawlessly. Brick by brick how cautiously I construct my dream castle! How a storm pulls it down as though it's a hut on the hill! Exploring, inventing, and enlightening, I move on. Towards absurd spells of death, my mortal being is drawn Inner aches, like yokes, weigh me when I let go of my worries. Pains and grieves, like traumas, bring in tumultuous flurries. Soul passes through deserts of spiritual emptiness. Pilgrimages of perfection become pride-filled pettiness. With my descents and falls, I, a weakling, come to my Lord He lifts me from dust and takes me to his heavenly abode. As a vulture that gains its youthfulness, I take new birth. Dark nights of my soul end and bright days lead to endless mirth.