An Avatar of me...

I touch, I feel...
I'm in this constant search for adventure
Sometimes, I ride high on the crests
The adrenaline rushing through my nerves, fueling my soul

Sometimes, I'm stuck somewhere in between dreams & reality,
Waiting for that perfect rendezvous of the heart and the mind
That one place, wanderers can't find...

Tossing and turning in my bed all night,
I find myself awake in someone else's dream
Whose are these dreams?
Where do they come from?

Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I gaze through the sepia toned visions
It's dark everywhere but the Moon is watching over me.
She glides through the clouds,
Giggling like a frivolous young girl...

Perhaps, it's not her but me
She reminds me of my wild side
It's there & it's here to stay.
The sky stands still like a mirror
He holds an avatar of the woman I must become.

It's a dangerous road to get there
I've to risk everything that I ever was...
Call the bluffs before they're played
Yet wear my heart on my sleeves.

But most of all, I need to pick my road
And escape from this stranger's dream...

Oh dreams! you tricky dreams...
I can't find my way out.

I'll wait for the clouds to clear
My heart beats in anticipation for surprises...
November is here....
I think, the dawn is near.

Quite the afternoon...

This seemed like a fine afternoon to scribble down something.

After flipping through a few pages, I found that spot.

The clock kept ticking at a leisurely pace…

Maybe it's going to be ‘two thirty’ for a long time now…

It was an ordinary moment really;

The day was changing colours right under the Sun,

The air was filled with a concoction of noises;

The mild bustling of cars on the streets, carpenters at work,

Whistles of the pressure cooker, a running tap,

Dogs barking at the motorcycles on the streets,

Trees swaying with the gentle breeze,

And even the crickets were around...

I was in between my yawns and sighs,

My eyes set on the ceiling fan,

Staring & wondering if there's something to admire about it…

The dullness of this hour had this eerie soothing effect.

The sluggish hands of the clock barely made a move,

Minutes to seconds went by but time stood still.

Soon the Sun began to draw its curtains;

Its light kept fading with every move;

The clock timed the act and conveniently so...

Perhaps it’s going to be two-thirty for quite some time...