Sametime But Next Season

The stories we live are destiny's ink

Written on papers so plastic . they never decay

So We prayed , We loved and so much else We tried

We became heroes who were remembered

and legends who never died.

The questions we ask have no answers sometimes

Hidden in sands of time, they just blow away

So We ran away , We sought the truth for miles

We became wanderers by nature

Looking over mountains while standing on Isles

The conversations just slip away during silence

Within our minds, the words just locked away

So We became known by faith, lesser by reasons

We felt like Clouds in the Blue Skies

Running for each other amidst changing seasons

Wishful Thinking

Water vapors , bubbles and dew

All stranded for an instance and nothing moves

Till a streak of sunlight melts it through

Lets keep this little secret inside our pockets

Till we become young again..

Running on hill tops and flying paper rockets

We see messages inside a bottle lying on the sea-side

All days we ran towards it , so much we tried

Till a wave crossed it over and took it back

We keep this little secret stored inside our memories

Till we become old again

And all hopes so old that wishes become debris

They fly towards the Antarctic to escape the summers

As all the chirps slowly fade away into whispers

Till the maple leaves carpet the path we walk on

You and I will sit and look at the seasons change

But all that's long been said and done before
 I just wish that we were something more..

A Faint Trace

I gave half of my looks to a distant shadow

Belief riding on a half-hearted hope

I let half of my breaths flow free in the cosmos

Faith riding upon a distant constellation

I gave half of my screams to a silent shore

Tides riding upon a hope to reach an end

I saw half of myself in the mirror again

Reflections riding upon egos and sorrows