From nothing, it evolved,

solidified into a figment

wafting in the wind to

connect with you, me and

the freedom of the breeze.

Did it come from the Universe —

this idea, this thought? Did

it ride on a sunbeam or fall

with stardust on a dry leaf

floating towards an unknown

infinity — a distant dream of

an unformed mind, open but

lost in a kingdom of its own?

Did it then, fall on a flower

and stay till a butterfly supped

on the nectar? A bit of it again

touched the iridescent colours of

the wings. The mind swinging

in the playground, stopped and

watched as the colours descended

on the hand like a beautifully

painted fan. The smile radiated

into sunshine and a rainbow

filled the sky. Something had

awakened in the soul and no one knew why.

Mitali Chakravarty founded the Borderless Journal with the hope of peace under an unbordered blue sky.