Metamorphosis of a dream

Into a self imposed exile...

Away from the din of reality...

Away from the rat race of life...

Away from the elements that stole our dreams...our smile...

Into a self imposed exile...

Into a cocoon...before we can fly on the wings of a colourful dream...

A beautiful smile spreading the nectar of cheer from flower to flower...

Entwined in the ecstasy of love on the wings of a zephyr...

And then we find our ephemeral selves back in the warmth of a cocoon...

Waiting to fly again into a burst of smiling colours...

Thus evolves the saga of life and beyond... a dream and its metamorphosis...

A smile in time

Thrown back into time…
thrown into the back of a truck of memories and driven back into time…

I see a child in time, unknown of his purpose in life – happy nevertheless, smiling at the world around and planting his fair share of joy.

The child grows on the wings of expectation – never entirely his own...
His friends, his family, his society … all have their fair say in it, but then it is ‘his life’.

Time rambles along, and so does his life…
No longer a child in time, still pretty unknown is his purpose in life – not as happy as he were before…his heart doesn't smile anymore…

Oh take me back wheels of time… take me back…a child in time - just so I can smile