Faces and phases

High the crimson sky
The world is set to fly
Dance of pain in memories
Speaks a thousand stories

Winter has enveloped the place
Aimed at unraveling the maze
Death at the hour of ten
The last leaf has finally fallen

Blows the bizarre wind unforeseen
Shattered what’s left not ruined
Cast of the unimaginable tides
Left the fireplace to hide

Born out of a debacle
The seed of fancy can handle
Disconcerting hearts and mind
Untarnished flesh never goes blind.

Brave new world

Everyday, we change. It’s an understatement. Every moment of our lives, we change. They say, we can’t be the same person we were yesterday. No matter how hard we try to look back or wallow in the past, there is no way that we can’t bring those memories back into life. There is no way that we can resurrect the lives we once had that have long been lying on its deathbed. A friend told me, we could always cherish the memories. But we should learn to move on, let go and start anew.

Change is imperative for us to thrive against the challenges of time. But to accept and walk with it is a challenge we learn to endure over time.

I have so many failed attempts to create a blog that will last a lifetime. Just last year, I tried in Blogger. Unfortunately, it did not work out the way I envisioned it to become. This is yet another attempt to realize that desire. It’s my passion to write and share my dreams, rants, sheer joy, frustrations to other aspiring writers and avid readers. Through this, I could invite change into the doorstep like an old friend.

Things have changed beyond what we could only imagine. I walked down the memory lane and nothing remains comparable to the world we live in today. People have come in and out of our lives. And only the most wonderful and hurtful memories rest in the depths of our consciousness.

It’s a brave new world just outside our windows. And only the bravest can flourish. And bravery only means accepting who we are and standing proud amidst human strife. Let’s keep the tides coming. Our way out is one lowly travel to the moon.

So pack those bags and be my guest as I roam around the universe. Let’s make that change happen! Oh, don’t forget your paper and pen. You sure would write your own story.