The Autumn Night of Dreams

Another sunset in a strange place. Feelings of hope and bright lights remain, with a smile on my face. Cool autumn evenings with a nip in the air, caresses the soul and makes life seems so fair. Upwards, the sky is filled with diamonds. All the stones in my shoes melts into dust. Fears and anxieties, i leave it outside the door. We must trust the autumn night in all its warmth and glory. The night is like a blanket of comfort. Warmly cacooned and sheltered in its maroon coat. I sleep with my head in a cloud of rainbow dreams, World is what it seems. No demons and devils plague me now. I sleep with Faith in above. If the darkness of the night is so assuring. How will it be when Sun raises in the morning. All the stones in my shoes melts into dust. Fears and anxieties i leave it outside the door. We must trust, the autumn night in all its warmth and glory.

Whispers in the Wind

Do you feel like tossing up a coin, to tell you what is right or wrong? Do you feel like rolling the dice, to figure what is the perfect song? Do you test the waters, before you take the plunge? Or do you close the book, before even you begin? Some times you leave it to the stars to tell you what you need to know. Enough of analysing the question, the answers will not begin to show. Lay back and let the wind whisper the truth in your ear. You must wonder why you were not able to see the answer so very clear. Its like they say in the song, answer is blowin'g on the wind. Someone else knows the answers. Someone else knows the truth. Cast away your pride and accept the truth or lie. That the Drummer leaves behind as whispers, in the wind.

Destination

Running like the wind, to stay in the same place. Pedaling away the wheels of fortune, running an unknown race. No time to rest or pause, always running or pedaling. Never cover any distance, never reach a new destination. Aimless efforts to stay in the status quo, always the wasted days. Energies spent in monotony and waiting in patience. We keep coming back to the station, never a new destination. Trapped and chained by the endless needs and wants. I guess this is what they call a living a life. When do we know when to stop running? When to halt the pedals? When do we stop the wheel and cut the chains? Hope its not too late for the action? Which will lead us to a new destination.

Stranger in the Mirror

I try to recognise the face in the mirror. Trying hard to see past the hard, deep lines and sunken eyes. Grey hairs of subdued anxiety, fill the once lush black and a willowy mane. Black circles around the once clear, bright eyes. Lips forever drooping down, dropping to a Deep gloom. I am trying to look hard and see, whether there is any glimmer of hope of seeing the once handsome face again? Will i able to see the sunshine In his eyes again, a smile on his lips again? I guess i am looking at the face of a stranger. A stranger betrayed by me.