....Or the music dances to my tune.

I surrender to the temptation of music, smoke and spirit.
And Today, is it that I dance to the tune of music
or the music dances to my tune.

The problem though is that tomorrow,
I have to wake up in a world that does not play music all the time.

Stamping on Crumpled leaves.

Stamping on the crumpled leaves
On a pleasant February afternoon,
Little did I know that there exists a Soul
who amongst other likings,
Enjoys this one too.

Days weeks and now months have passed.
And today, sitting miles away from you,
While unfurling the scattered pages at my desk,
I take a minute to stare out of the window.

I think about you and it brings a smile to my face.
Savoring the past And dreaming of future.
A few evenings well spent
Provides fodder for hope for the rest.