Part II- Blue nights of the stranger kind

Awakening with a start, I found myself quite lost and confounded, in the few long seconds it takes to awaken after waking up, the only echo, faint but distinct, in my head were the mystery words of the alm seeking horse; 'you are but not the first and you shall not be the last'.

As the clearing of senses pushed out the whispering echo, the predicament I faced became quite apparent, on my way to wonder land of sun and blue skies I had only managed to crash land into a land erily devoid of all I seeked, bathed in a strange greyish blue color now, trust this was day time.

How do you define the quandary of a man, who is equipped with an optimist mind, plagued with a pessimist heart and absolutely clueless soul? As I stood in this strange quandary, oscillating between thoughts of 'yeah lets get out of here', 'so this is what I get for what I dreamed' and 'maybe this is my true destination lets explore it'; knowing full well the origins of each strain, I waited for one of the three to wrestle out the others and give me a clear action item, like plan and action it, just despair and sulk, or be at peace and explore.

watching from afar

Sky was a strange amalgamation of fiery red interspersed with shades of blue and white. The wind it seemed to be picking up from where it left the leaves dancing and was bringing in a certain moist freshness, wafting through the wide expanses around.
The yellow flower on the bush and its almost hundred cousins lost in a world of their own, the golden yellow grasslands dancing to a tune getting played only in their ears and amidst this all with twinkling eyes and springing steps, a small boy strangely alone and unrestrained, seemed to be industriously occupied with a few disparate items doubling up as his toys.

His hope filled eyes every now and then glancing to the sinking ball in the sky, as if seeking a constant reconfirmation for some time still left to play. Kings and queens, wars and wins were running through the funny little game he had chosen to play, the innocence of an unscathed mind churning tales of joy and unabashed hope.
Unmindful, unperturbed by the closing darkness, soaking in the precious moments of joy , just so very lost in those moments.

a faraway land of endless games

of honey dripping fruits and wild flower smells

a nameless land of unspoilt youth

of endless spring days and innocent dreams

a wonder land of hope and succour

of guileless loves and unshackled hearts