the days are running by,
the stars are shinning on thier way,
fruits and flowers are entering and vanishing,
the roads are still curved and busy searching
for new incidents to occur,
but i am still here
sitting and watching the simple ripples
formed in this logged pond.
the little white reflections are coming
and giving me a smile,
the chilled air is presenting me an icy kiss
and requesting for a jacket.
trees are swinging around,
birds are making a motion
but neither the sky nor the water is answering me.
now its dark,
the little wonderers have started to rattle
and the atmosphere 'round is murmuring.
like some eclipse,
darkness is engulfed by silence.
its now much more mathematical.
someone shouted,
perhaps i heard,
the finger stood up
and pushed the two squre glasses back,it was nothing but my heart beats.
silence called me for a chat
and darkness showed me the way
then i got my
imagination drawn.
my litle imagination spoke to me about
my internal desire for the eternal bliss by which i am blessed by the existance.
