The Misty Veil

The misty veil blankets the thoughts

Deep within the voice whispers ,

"Patience , for life is a ship that turns slow"

Cruise along , enjoying the waves.

The tears and the joys are none,

But just the drops of solace that fall from above.

The changing sun and snow are but reminders

Of your nature's essence  to seek the within.

The islands of lost thoughts are but bridges of hope.

To fall , only to stand tall.

To fear , only to charge .

A smile that curves below wet eyes.

Ah! Life and it's mysterious ways.

The more one walks , the more one discovers!

Oh , but what a fool I am to think I know -

Just because I know to think! 

The Ride

A hundred faces and a million thoughts,
An early morning ride of sights unknown.

As the golden threads seam through the window,
the dew drops join in for a scintillating sight.

The slow-moving scenes, the principle of nature.
Little by little , yet one swift journey.

Immersed in the splendor , the eyes look within
There it is , the essence awaiting to be found.

A little peek beyond the wall is all for now.
Yet, the moment is dipped in glorious ecstasy.

The being leaps in a dervish whirl,
At the center , slow n pensive - the veil uncovers.

Amidst a million thoughts,
A moment - to merge in the expanse of the clear sky.