Time carries away
years of my life,
like wind drifts autumn leaves.

I don't write anew
thoughts happen to me.
As I sit looking up,
at times I am able to tune in
to the Cosmic frequency
and they descend,
the Thoughts,
that already exist
floating in the cosmos.

From pitch black,
as the sky turns
blue, magenta, saffron
and millions of
shades in between
with a soothing pace
then gives way
to the Spherical Hope,

I am convinced
of everything that is,
of everything that ever will be.

Wading through the fading past,
the present dawns.
Leaving the misty future,
dream of Nirvana,
when the present shall shower it
with eternal sunshine of clarity.

One sombre evening,
as he sat by the window
past tried to trick him
into its song of nostalgia
one he always resisted
and kept at bay.

But, for once he let it,
gnaw away his soul, and
***** the deepest of his bones.
His guards in disguise
his promises, responsibilities,
ambitions and ideals
started to sway and bow,
to the winds of guilt.

A strong deluge of emotions
started to sink him in
he too, let himself drown
and dissolve away in haze.

Next up, he found himself
atop a ship of submission,
She was already there,
smiling as she looked away.

In distance,
the golden sun of hope,
Faded away at the horizon.