Soaked in rain,I recalled the springtime of my life,
Wild, carefree, blitheful days that I lavished with my younger self.
Like a fledgling in the air, unbothered about the route, balancing the tides in the air.
Gone with the wind are the days of my youth.
The days are getting colder and bleaker; a touch of warmth could let me live.
A little hug or a friendly pat on my shoulder? Maybe I’m too old for all that.
Rain hid the droplets from my eyes.
I want to sleep and dream of those good old days.
But darkness haunts me all over again.
Thoughts & travel 