The people in my dreams

It’s Saturday and I went to the park,

Took long walks along the side of the pavement

That does not get much busy,

Yet you have to maintain a pace so as to overcome the slow walkers.

It’s a nice evening with a clear sky,

The road is busy and unknown to me since I am only a visitor here,

Even when a part of my family stays across two streets

And I have a place to call home.

It’s a good feeling to be out and about,

To be invited and included in a new conversation,

You learn so much about the world and your own ignorance of it,

That it fills the heart with a strange fear of the unknown.

It’s memories that keep us alive,

No matter how much people brag about adventures and living in the moment,

I stand by all these that people have to stay,

Even though I have spent most of my time recollecting those fond moments of joy.

It’s a loss and a gain, although it feels nothing of the sort at the time,

But when you move ahead and look back,

The contradictions are narrowed, while

Our horizon for interpretations become limitless.

I walk on the pavement,

Aware of the present yet unknown of the destination,

It’s a nice mix of thrill and fear that you should try,

Even if you don’t get much out of it.

It’s weekend and we run to the ice cream man,

Each one of us handed an ice cream of a different colour and flavour,

We lived in simpler times and loved without knowing,

I guess that’s why we never forget people who stay without any intention of leaving.

I don’t remember all the roads,

But I do remember the smile and the distinguishing sound of laughter,

I don’t remember all the lessons,

But I do remember how my enthusiasm saw no limit whenever I was around that person.

Until next time, Readers ❤