They begin,they end.
And they begin again.
Solace they do provide,
Sometimes give a place to hide.
We meet ,we part
but that meeting on the way just gives the glory,
and the smiles do last.
In these long years of existence,
journeys have been troubling,
bothering and long.
I ponder time and again,
what I recall is just the happy frames.
The butterflies amidst the traffic lights,
I picturize, smile and walk away.
The clouds which often go from blue to Grey,
It rains but the rainbows still hiding midway.
The hustle-bustle of the busy world.
doesn't Spare my time for me.
Again it's just the journeys,
May be memories down the lane.
One life for a million wishes,
or million wishes for one life,
We dream,desire and hope.
We act,succeed and move on.
With mild thoughts,
walking on the way,
Each morning has it's own tale.
I know it's mine.
My treasure -my fame.
My space-my name.
Will last with me,
Surreal but true.
As I go along,
Letting me the way I am and will be.
