Nameless

Often in the wake of a pleasant day,
I feel myself drifting away,
Into the wilderness I venture,
Searching for what I wonder?
The pull I feel has to have a source,
As I recount the currents of the unsettling force.

Facing minute chores I frown,
How to get through or drown?
How many chose the easier path,
Than rather stay, fight and adapt?

How to fully cherish the now,
When it slips away without a vow,
Joy and sorrow
Is no ones to actually borrow,
Emotions are pretty illusions,
Another shade in the kaledeoscope of notions.

As I twist, turn and scrape for an answer,
My eye catches the tick-tock of the clock upon the drawer,
What I seek is what I can't keep,
Grab onto it but watch it slip away,
Like sand from between my fingers,
Each granule unique, lost forever.

It is of course the fourth dimension,
The very moment is the direction,
Where it leads is the future,
What it leaves is the past,
Treasure it while it lasts.

So when you feel the tug,
Of the restless bug,
Brush it off with a smile,
As it will be dealt with in its mile.

String of emotions

I have always known myself to be sentimental. On contrary to the belief, that the way you are raised and the environment and people around you define your ways, I have only rebelled. I suspect that man's belief in the other side being greener,is behind it. Born to a Man devoted to serve his country,my childhood is scattered across the nation. Many places,as many schools and a different hub of people every time. Even as a child I knew that these conditions would stimuli any kid to a detached lifestyle and no sense of loss at the parting of the old,but only the jubilant feeling associated with the possibilities laying ahead. Yes, the world is my oyestor and yeah I'll probably make it anywhere. But the same can't be said about the range of my emotions. The sentimental value I hold towards the people and things in my life, is a big part of who I am. Today, a lot is said and less is actually felt. People don't care about their folks and loved ones beyond a certain boundary. A sudden surprise gun shot in the street, and guess how many will try to pull out their loved one out of harms way? You'll find most of them frantically ducking for self preservation. That's just the way things are. Happily ever after ain't forever anymore, but a matter of years or even months. Friendships are short-lived and relationships are meaningless. In such a ambiance, there is little scope for black or white honesty and sentimentality. If you think you know a person,double check if you honestly do? The results can be alarming. I for one, have seen it time and again that trust is over rated.