A Daydream

Thousands of miles, this journey had taken me. Thriving cities, humble country sides, green pastures, deserts, mountains, snowfalls. The train had come to a halt. Perhaps, it was exhausted by a journey so long. It's quite outside, snowing. And through this half broken window panes a whole world I see. Unpaved roads leading to nowhere. Yet in the strangest of places I see a familiar face. The slightest of breeze kissing her silken hair, them dancing to the sweetest of melodies. Eyes, shining, like casting an unbroken spell, stealing everything she looks. Here I am, running away from the memories I once held so dear. And here I am reminiscing them. There was never an escape. Thousands of miles, what difference does that make. The body travels, the mind hasn't moved. Maybe it doesn't know how to. Still holding to something which I now realize, was only a day dream. 

A Promise

 

The treacherous winds may push the sails back

Holding me, the ocean that never forgives

It breaks everything I hold dear

Yet I'll never mend the broken

In the ravaging tides I might drown

Consumed by the idea of never seeing you again

It kills me, I die and will you ever forgive

But here I promise, from the seven gates of hell,

Defying death and burrowing the dead

I will come, just to see you again

I hope life would be kind enough

If not in this lifetime, the others to come!

A Symphony in the Rain

Its a silent dance, alone in the dark

A song sans the melody

The violent notes, fades in and out

And the lines, carved from memory

Wretched heart beats, longing to talk

For A love, drenched in agony

The Station

The breeze is soothing. It almost takes away the languidness of the exasperating heat. Today seems special, the wind ceases to be silent, and is filled with drum beats reminiscent of the forgotten times. The station, slowly prepares itself for the arrival of the next train. I could see different people around me, some smiling, a few in absolute no nonsense mood, and others lost in their own made up world seemingly awaiting their forward journey. A quiet station is suddenly filled with life. All seeking a destiny prewritten, content in their forged will being realized. I do not know where this train goes. Mine is supposed to come after.

Destination is a crazy word. Do we ever truly have one? I wonder if it is something we make up along the way, changing them with convenience. But today, i have a destination. And while the squealing sound of the rails seems to get closer, I feel an inner urge to embark on a wild journey. Maybe, this is the quest that I subconsciously sought, yet was too afraid to pursue. I do not know where this train goes. . Would it be wise to wait, for a route I was supposed to take.

And then the train has arrived. I see a carriage right in-front of me, with doors wide open. I sense a calling, to the unforeseen future, uncharted, dark and fearful. Yet, it was that fear that was holding me back. Throwing caution to wind, bidding goodbye to the fear, I am trusting this journey. A journey without a destination, a leap of faith!