Watch over you

Let me take you for a walk,

Lets stroll for a while, we'll walk along the roads unknown,

Stay away from the tarmac stretch for a start

I'll have the song, of your taste and you can sing to the tune of mine,

Silence being our cherished banter,

I wonder why you keep looking strangely into thin air, like you know where we're headed 

I don’t expect you to be abreast with this little journey, time is the longest it will take to complete this one, I wish to keep walking..

Blow caution to the wind, I must

Pray, must you later tell someone I tricked you, in the manner of a comforting banter and a sparsely moonlit night..

A walk to eternity

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This place, where we now stand  seems oddly familiar to where I first heard a Cuckoo whisper, and in the next an Owl howl,

But this is not the beginning of the path per say, it’s a fork. 

Its here for us to make up our minds, even in peace time, race against will, sans the support of gin

You can either take a step forward or turn around to go back to another start..

I like to call this the Fork of Faith. I must clarify it’s not Religion I speak of but the insistence and belief in taking time towards the course of unknown turns and incidents

Like a half woven cloth, waiting to be shaped I like this translation from the start and not meet finished ends, last time I deliberately pulled a string apart

 As the weaving seized, I began again right from the start,
The fork was mine to weave back then like it is now
So shall we? Would you walk ahead or contemplate behind my back? 
You could be the master of this weave, while 

I hover on my toes over the breeze from the east, 

You see these trees right there far east, the ones that cover the abundance that is this long stretch, they must've been a mere spectacle of Tyndall’s find until one of our kind walked through this dwelling of charms that are fallen leaves and withered wood, reeking of the sumptuous Petrichor, 

One of us built a house here and it has incessantly ruined the hymns of the breeze and ballads of the sea

If you may, take a deep breath into the slight moist air and you will know what the Mulberry fruits and sweet Lavender from the hidden view have shared with us, if I could I would never empty out my lungs 

Alas! I sigh in relief, for every whiff into the wind is like a treat

I feel like this is where my dream could seize, I could open my eyes and lose the treat

Let us walk further, or perhaps just revel in this solemn slumber, and take one step a day, I would dream again that way
I want to walk the unknown

I don’t know the way ahead, I wouldn’t care to know either. I know enough for the canvas I had laid on my bedside, 

I have soiled it with hues of blue, just the shade of tonight

I;m seeping in the last whiff of the air around me, I'm sinking into reality, 

I quietly wait for the dream to end, aware of where you will be after all this while

I killed birds with stones at night, and while you saw me from the distance with a million question in your eyes I simply watched over you, 

All this while tucked under your chin, half past midnight.