Dreaming of the past

Those bicycle rides on lonely roads, stars punched in the distant sky with the melting sun disappearing behind the horizon. I traded thoughts for dreams and lingered with a rich soul. Friends were there, we shared our worlds. The past lingers on!

Forever Young?

Sometimes when I look at it, it all seems to so simple. The decision is mine to make and the life mine to live. Just me. But then there it is, the selfish ring where I go round and round. So to satisfy oneself, you have to look inwards. To correct oneself you've to look inwards. More of introspection leaves a man self-centered. You completely miss the view that this ride presents you with. You stare at the endless sky missing all that you pass through. Come monday and you look forward to friday. With the weekend you plan for the long weekend. Is it that we always look for the ending. This journey to end? Why birth when all we desire is death. Or is it just that we need this journey to pause?

People huddled together on a crowded street, draped in black as speckles of dark ants they march home. Running to catch the train, bound by its timings. It is only natural that one thing leads to another. During this run they miss that homeless man on the pavement who is in no hurry. Just few quarters for a suare meal. Hours passed, men and women marched past, but his present has not changed and he grew richer by a quarter. How much does this human's life cost?
Birth places and crowded rooms with happy faces to see a new born. Fresh as a newborn baby, as it inhales from this great couldron of life. Fast forward some 60 years and I see an old lady in a wheel chair sitting in the porch of an Elderly home. Her wrinkled cheeks hasn't seen a kiss in years, longing and deserted. What hapenned inbetween? Does age ridicule company? You cannot connect the dots nor join those two points, the start and end. It's just a winding road inbetween and there are no two points maybe.

Of those millions of songs that have come out, all sung for love. Heard by billions through out. Still love is so heard to come by for so many. I feed all the wrong emotions and let them run loose in my fields of life; only to look back through pained eyes high on regret

What one wants is only the beginning. Once you know what next? I mean are you willing to give 100% to attain that? It separates an ordinary life to living today for the moment amidst ecstacy. But if ecstacy itself is elusive, what is it eluding? and where 'am I hiding from the invisible?
Something is wrong in the picture or the words I throw in this canvas. Mind can only wander so much...after a while it gets lost. When the fire dies, you can't make much from the ashes.
In Solitude I seek company! Gods have come and got punished by man. They couldn't fix this world we're building, nor do we know what is in store.

The world may be a circle but life should not be self-centered.

Time and Travel

The travels I've made in my heart cannot be surpassed by the real travels on road. I've seen a thousand places that has no address, no road can take you there. It remains hidden, just a secret passage through time I travel.
I've ridden these thoughts a million time. I dissected for answers and always end up with more questions. The truth is, the places I saw in my dreams were un-occupied beautiful and serene. Listening to Fleetwood Mac's As long as you follow - made me think of the west with rain drenched roads, wet and calling, mid-summer breeze brushing through as I ride the long road under a fulgent moon. But the truth is, the picture I painted was what I desired. I never found the place.
My travels in my heart will never end nor will the dreams. They don't have boundaries nor maps. I can sail whenever I want wherever I want and still the weather will do me good. My diaries will recollect the days through pages written by the hand of time. They true might fade away. I have a little girl to carry that torch. maybe she will see the dream and live through it. I'll dream for her.
But I'm done travelling. I just want to go home.