Not in the best of my moods. Felt like scribbling down something,when I remembered I didn't get my diary along.
Sometimes you get dreams...Happy Dreams.And when you wake up,although you remember nothing of what you had seen,you know it was a happy dream.The goodie-goodie feeling lets you know.
And at times,in spite of having a good day,a really wonderful day,you don't feel happy at the end of it.Its not due to the presence of melancholy,but due to the absence of a particular "happy moment"...that one moment presented to you could change it all. But it never comes,never when you really really want it to...
Silly this mushy feeling is...It perplexes me into utter despair everytime.Its almost like walking down an empty lane in spite of knowing there's noone,absolutely noone waiting for you,at the end of it. Like different tales dovetailed to keep the interest of the child till the end,I allow my heart to take flight on its wings of extreme imagination,to comprehend fairy tales of its own... like imagining it would (or could) make it come true!
My river of imagination will flow till eternity,
Avatars of Love have decorated the stream with their legends...
To your Heart they would all pour.
But how do I encase the little Dream of mine,
for you to see?
Will you not let her grow?
Will you not nourish her?...
The rest...is an untold tale,will remain so until the "happy moment" turns to walk towards me...
