Wanderer of Wonders

If you could sing some lullabyes for me during night and day, and then catch me when I need your arms the most; then perhaps I could visit your dreams till like eternity. Just so i can smell your presence, and please say you'd let me to.

Sunday, January 25, 2009


I was shouting, and still shouting


‘got troubled by the spirits of emptiness,
haunted by the dimming of unwanted sunlight.
I'm crossing over the unfathomable path,
trying to figure out the puzzle of yesterday.

I asked for a lil sunshine this morning,
I was still cold, numb and broken unforgivingly.
I stayed and waited, clung to the enveloping wind,
It will never happen; it won’t even come near me.

          So there, the lullabies stood, motionless and defied,
          Strength was weakened, hope was tortured.

Shout! In the middle of the sea.
Shout! At the heart of nowhere.
Shout! Where even echoes are muted.
And I will shout forever, wherever.






Thursday, January 15, 2009