The world we have created is a product of our thinking; it cannot be changed without changing our thinking. -Albert Einstein

Sunday 21 June 2015

A man on the crossroad




I met a man on the crossroad
On the crossroad to the heart and mind
And as they always say, the road to the heart is the one where the light shines
I met a man on the crossroad
With winds surging, not a clue not a sign
I was sure I was lost, with no hope to find my way ahead
But his eyes shown with such vigor, I felt everything will be soon fine
I met a man on the crossroad
And so charming and so captivating he was
A mystery to my livid soul
All I could manage was a battered smile, a smile amidst that hurricane.
Such was his charm, I could not help but smile.
I smiled clinging on to the last pillar which remained.
I met a man on the crossroad
I survived a tornado with him
Everything perished and was in ruins
Uprooted roofs and fallen trees
But the sun had finally risen after a day’s misery
Me and him, we were the only one’s spared, and I wanted us to last and stand the further test of time.