A thousand dreams of yesterday.

 A Thousand dreams of yesterday,

Quite some time ago,

A dew drop sat upon the edge of my morning house,

It drew me close.

so...

 I leaned in , gazing upwards .

 A world of serenity , of joy all built upon an inviting dawn.

It was a world which only I seemed to see , for its silent beauty always drew me .

Now again , now it drew me ---,

the half frosted cold window

 this time  brimmed me with deeper excitement

    I wanted to open it--- 

      the invisible gates to another world 

        so i mustered up all my strength 

          and pushed with my my 10 fingers against the stubborn pane

          

        A sudden rush of   wind blew straight across my face . 

it lifted  my small spirits

 and filled my tiny heart with all the colours unseen 

before me streched the vast expanse of the boundless magic world,

but just as I began to fathom its magnificent violet skies....

 

down fell  the big dew drop ,landing softly on my eyelashes and spilling into my eyes

For an instance I felt it 

 a dream so beautiful it could melt a thousand days.

It felt cold--

yet so innocent 

clear but brimming with life

      as if,

                she had whispered her journey right through my eyes,

the storms, sunshine ,melodies and rejuvenating rhythms of life and finally the softness of the morning light , 

     all while  asking me about thousand dreams of all my yesterdays

but just as when I opened my eyes to greet her,

  she had already slipped past down my through soft cheeks. 

leaving behind nothing but the bittersweet touch of life.

Time as it flows

Time,

it flows 

just like the winds which move past my silent face 

and so does nature of life, a tale connected countless red threads so alike.

stars which sparkle beholds my eyes, they seem so close ,yet feel so far.

i wish i could hover over all of them collecting them all in my tiny heart,

 but i have my fingers only five.

the shine in my eye, the dots 

of euphoria in this fleeting space 

i wish i could...

A book and  its pages left to unturn by me ....

thus it waits for its fateful chooser

all so , and so all much 

of life's the transient essence 

still the beauty resides within

as if all my life feels  like just of yesterday,

the dreams ,

the melancholy and a sweetness of love ,

a tranquil breath i take

all of which thromb my heart all again 

blood which paints each one with so much colour 

so lights up its beauty ,beauty which trickles down slowly

yet reveals a poignant emotion , 

untouched and pristine just enough on

 every instance of life

 

time 

it flows

just like an blink of an eye

it is true and pure ,no matter the pain and suffering , happiness or uncerternity 

time flavors the essence of life ,

pure in every clandestine 

A billion of roads ,roses untouched.

each full of tapestry and intertwines of life bring up so much i could ever ever say 

so are the others

the paths that i didnt choose , they too promised a spirit no other , 

the overwhelming emotion that i frown  i help but can't pen it down,

the nostalgic air that surmounts me , 

so dense.

life now feels just such like that 

sublimity i cant help but sonder again.

time 

it flows

it makes my youthful heart ,love again

so did i lose such many  great heroines ? ,

possibilities ---- maybe ?

 and it is blistering pain to bid adieu.

but i let me  chose what i really felt ,  my heart  that one day 

something to pen , that i hid  all the way...... 

might have been a long journey so far , sad ,and despair have always shrouded me from afar.

but its okay i didnt chose the other road then ,

for this is what i decided that one day 

aren't there more sceneries to live?

this heart aches to cherish it 

all along, a bit more still .