A Dream... A Stance... A Choice...

                  

Unprepared was I, assuming I had the world at my feet;

Ecstatic was I, visualizing a musical in my head;

A princess was I, in the theatre of life;

My treasure chests overflowing with happiness and joy;

Years rolled by, the riches slowly disappearing,

From a princess to a pauper, with tears in my eyes;

The treasure chests that once were filled to the brim,  

Now so empty that left me with a sense of vacuum.

Reality struck and the curtains were drawn,

A path so barren lay ahead of me,

As if to hint, the journey at the forefront was long and void,

For life has to go on, it is either now or never;

A choice was to be made,

As to take the forsaken path or run back into the mystical dream;

Into the dream that brought a false sense of solace

Or walk the path valiantly until the eye meets pastures green.

Give way to the Mighty Patter

             


The city bustled with activity,

Motorists speeding toward their destination

Pedestrian’s jay walking in the way of those with an agenda

And then you came along with your mighty roar

Demanding every bit of the space like it all belonged to you

The entire city gave way to your mighty supremacy

But little did you know, that beyond the might there is a heart

A heart that gives couples a reason to cuddle

A heart that gives the scurrying motorists a reason to let go

A heart that gives me a reason to smile and unwind !

Beauty that I can't cease to admire

                  

Sitting by the window with my knees drawn to my chest

I witness the grandeur of nature unleashing itself in its purest form

the city bereft of any light

Is it natures way of crying in the dark?

Only to the attention of those in love, pain or joy?

Just as the walls listen to you cry in silence

The rain stops pouring

Perhaps it has found its solace

When wil i find mine..