Maps

I really don't know where all this is going. Yes I know its supposed to be like that.

I'm very aware of the repercussions my decisions can have.

Lately I've begun to question everything, doubt everything...the world is a nasty place.

The funny part about all this that every time I try and deny it, someone reminds me with action

or with words.....

This is not a philosophical rant... neither is this dark romance.

This is simply about the future.

I don't know where I am going.

I am afraid of staying still.

We'r all afraid and anxious.

Nowadays everyone seems like a stranger to me.

My ideas about the one's closest to me has changed...drastically.

Ive begun to see the real them or may be the new them.

They probably see the new me and may be some don't see at all...

But I wonder.....I wonder what I see?

I wonder if I can make it...I wonder if I can achieve everything I want to.

Its a tall order. My imagination is to blame....My imagination is the fuel to my dreams.

But what do I do? Do I blame my imagination for raising the bar for myself?

Or should I blame the ego?

The dream has been dream't , the starting line is defined.

Do I have it in me?

Can I achieve what I want?

I wish I had a booklet with a map, marking my destination.

But thats wishful thinking. So many roads I can travel on... and may be most of them are the wrong one's.

How do I identify the right ones?

How do I choose?

Where will I be 10 years from now?

I know where I'd like to be.

I just don't know how to get there...

And may be thats just what its all about...

May be maps aren't found...May be they're created during the journey...

But what do I know.

Penny for my thoughts

Everyday I wake up different. Every night I feel the same.

Time- Our audience

Hello friend..How is it that you always have your hands on your face ?
Is what I would ask any blooming clock.

Time has always been around.
Since forever and eternity
An audience to creation
A witness to destruction
A passerby in all our lives.

Time has watched us
a resilient observer
Time is impatient.
Never still.
Time is restless.
Time flies..without wings
Time runs...at a steady pace
Time our companion, with us every moment.
Time sees us at our worst and at the very best.
Time was with us when we were born
Time will be with us in the end

Time will see us through
Time will mock us too.
Time will dance
Time will escape
Time our friend

The friend who never waits.

I wonder if that's why he always has his hands on his face ...
May be he's just ashamed...

Boy and Girl of old

Boy and girl of old meet and have a chat
For hours and hours they spoke...for hours and hours they sat
'Wassup ? How u been?' she asks ..'want some candy...?'
'Sure' he says..'thanks ..im fine...doin dandy'
'Old habits die hard?' she suggests naughtily...
I guess ..says he ...oh so haughtily

Throw some memories in the mix and you have a party
Paint them as a portrait..you may call them arty...
'So..how's he doing..lil o'l what's his name'...from her the question came...
'Fine, fine' he acknowledges ..'doing fine...he's ok'.. says he..'just the same'
'So here's where I am with love' she says opening up...
'He nods and shares his romantic tales now bending to grap a cup..

They share , they care, they talk , laugh
They hold a conversation with brilliant ease...altogether half n' half.
He's glad he came
She feels the same
They've had their share of fights
They snapped around and cut each other off like a pair of kites..

But they came together yet again..oh no they couldn't stay away...
The kites they learn't to sway
They came together
the boy
the girl
and so their story stays.

The boy and girl of old..
they dwell in the same fold..

She said to him 'we'll meet again..meet me soon..hurry up..'
The boy agreed..he felt relief...she had him at wassup.