LEARNING EN ROUTE THE SANDS OF TIME

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. Gathering my jolted efforts, I raise my head up again quite quickly. My eyes suffused with liquid dreams of a world so plush. Clutching the grainy-gold and bringing it close to my chipped lips; I blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…

Drops of forgiveness are spilled soon, embracing the phase of learning en route. Darkness and chill of the desert by night is making my spirit numb, but my soul awaits the sun of opportunity to warm it soon, because it’s yet not the end.

Hear your calling…

When exploring the unknown, you are never alone. Because you begin with apprehensions and questions but end up discovering experiences and answers.

Inquisitiveness and passion never allows your dreams to fade. They keep alive your zeal, triggering unrest and urge; time and again compelling you to take the path towards your innermost desires. 

No matter how far you try to run or where the waves of situation take you, when the will is strong and the time is right, you’ll find yourself drifting to the land you belong to.

The desires that burn inside, the dreams that make your life, have a larger purpose than to just arise and fade. When you hear the calling time and again and good omens paving your way, understand that the time has come to flag your win and have your victory engraved.

I know it’s not over yet…

The talks that we started

The songs that we sang

Promises that we swore

Dreams that we weaved

All lie unattended

Still and by themselves

I know it's not over yet

The story we began

I know it’s not yet the end

And it is better not-to-end.

Time has tricked us

And both our hearts are in pain

We fight our own battles

So we can run back to each other

Being one, once again…

I know it's not over yet

The story we began

I know it’s not yet the end

And it is better not-to-end.

I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E

That’s what it better be

Who says there’s a love story

That ever came to an end…

I know it's not over yet

The story we began

I know it's not yet the end

And it is better not-to-end.

Dangling Desires

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. With liquid dreams of a world so plush, I clutch the grainy-gold, bringing it close to my chipped lips; I close my flooded eyes and blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…