Wild Flowers

Its one of those autumn days, cloudy, wet, windy, leaves are leaving the home , but don’t want to leave as yet, they are hugging the ground, resisting the winds hands, which is trying to carry them to their destination

Sky looks angry, its complexion has turned dark gray, may be its sad or may be its just feeling emotional today, that is why I see all those tears on the ground

I can hear the wind , it too don’t sound happy today, rushing all the leaves, pushing them to move

there are two bright eyes staring at me on the glass window, facing the pool , on my right side, they are the reflection of light from my living room

everything seems so alive today, breathing, moving , talking …..

Day follows the night
and night follows the day
Time flies and life goes on
But …
In between it all
comes Monday
thats when I get to talk to you
and suddenly it feels
as if
Life has become
New again .

Every night I hear her coming. she is very quite, she will come and sit beside you, without making a single noise, before you can be aware she will be sitting very close arms around you, intoxicating the mind with her sweet fragrance, she will take you by the hand and walk towards the bed room, ask you to get ready and come to bed … the moment you put your head on the pillow , she will kiss your forehead, and whisper in your ears, sweet dreams my Love

Her name is Sleep .