Watch over you. Check!

Let me take you for a little walk,

It is in this town I have never been to, along the roads I address as unknown

I don’t expect you to be abreast to this little journey, time is the longest it will take to complete
I wish to let you know 

Pray, must you later tell someone I tricked you, in the manner of a comforting banter?

***

This place, where we now stand  is where I first heard a Cuckoo whisper, and in the next an Owl howl,

But this is not the beginning of the path per say, it’s a fork. You can either take a step forward or turn around to go back to another start.

I like to call this the Fork of Faith. I must clarify it’s not Religion I speak of but the insistence and belief in taking time towards the course of unknown turns and incidents.

So shall we?

You see these trees that cover the abundance that is this long stretch, they were a mere spectacle of Tyndall’s find until one of our kind walked through this dwelling of charms that are fallen leaves and withered wood, reeking of the sumptuous Petrichor.

If you may, take a deep breath into the slight moist air and you will know what the Mulberry fruits and sweet Lavender from the hidden view have shared with us.

Let us walk further, or perhaps just revel in this solemn slumber, and take one step a day.

I don’t know the way ahead, I wouldn’t care to know either. I know enough for the canvas I had laid.

I killed birds with stones, and while you saw me from the distance with a million question in your eyes I watched over you.

Wonderwall. Check!

 “There is no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn't on the make it was a perfect storm. “

-Hank Moody, Californication

I’ll start this tour, of a little nuance

Unabridged and yet mildly wavered, to where it brings the peace to dawn and light to nights.

Weaving a story in the mind, over minuscule brewing conversations,

Something imaginable

Something engaging

Something tangible

Something as comfortable as the sun rise,

And true as an eclipse.

Moonlit banshees and long awaited escapades

Harbor thoughts of a long night’s wait,

Yet when the sight of familiarity breaches my wall, it’s known

It’s understood as a great find because there is a light that never goes out.

In the unattainable expanse of words and thoughts alike,

Seldom does one conjure a few notes that will carry you home,

But in the rest where everything fails and the hour remains,

Remember I will always be in a club with you in 1973.

Rasasvada. Check!

Dwindling dreams don't worry me
Ancient desires do
Partaking pleasure of another's presence doesn't hinder my far sight
It submerges my oath
Careless benevolence seldom does bother me
I am the story of casualty
Hither tither is your wavering journey
Yet you try and tinker my flame
I ask why? 
You wonder why not?
Must you understand,the memories have lead this journey to a fork of knots and ties that each of us breach
They say,they call,they murmur
They usher,with us
From beginnings to end.