The Desolate Dawn

Drenched in my thoughts,

this day I am lost again,

Has it been too long? 

Is it time to rub off the stain?

Listening to the river flow, and the sky changing colors slow,

I feel like the moon, lone, by itself, passing from high to low.

The stars seem to be calling, even the clouds as they move on,

I wonder if they'll still be here,

If they'll stay, until dawn.

So are friends, lost in the dark that came with night,

Left me to thinking why am I awake? 

Why do I seek, a sign of light?

The fire died long back and I feel abused by the cold,

I am happy, I am sad, 

A mix of emotions, so I'm told.

No you'll never comprehend, coz you can never walk in my shoe,

Not a mile, not a step, and neither do I expect you to.

Today, it's my time off the world, here no one would judge me,

And am gonna be staying here, all the time that I could be.

Its not much what I ask, but guess life makes you its slave,

And am not giving in, my journey, my own path to pave.

It's a voice in my head, says it gonna be alright,

Says enough you've bled, 

from now on its all shining, and all bright!

(Wrote this piece on a recent trip to Rishikesh, when everyone else had gone to sleep and I was sitting alone by the Bonfire.
You have to be at that place to understand the heady mix booze and that backdrop can have on you!!)