Aliza’s quest to Wonderland

Brisk sunrays touch the far horizon

 as Aliza seeks radiance for her soul;

she vows to escape the withered realm. 

The flight to wonderland is all set to depart, 

walking through the isle of faith

Aliza makes her way to the window seat. 

She peeps into the morning sky which makes her

reminiscent of the old waves

rippling aside the shores 

unto this day—

Chasing perfection:

she was escaping from herself

hearing opinions;

she was numb of her own voice. 

After giving umpteen save-my-soul voices

to the cluttered galaxies, 

the universe of pain conspires

a rendezvous with her own melody. 

The horizon on the 

outskirts of wonderland greets her spirit. 

The morning sun turns

fervent for Aliza;

for this morning alone was longer 

than the bygone era. 

In the wonderland—

the serene breeze 

serenades the peripeteia of the play as

her persona is embraced by

the internal luminance eternally.