The lone crusader...

Putting one foot ahead of the other...
Down the roads at the knell of the evening...
As the wayside fields lie basking...
In golden drops of the setting sun...
Walks on, the lone crusader...

Fighting demons in his mind...
Wishing worries would just disappear...
As these dark clouds gather...
Walks on, the lone crusader...

Trying to immerse himself in nature...
But it just doesn't seem to sink in....
The coldness just wont go away...

He watches as the birds fly high...
How he wishes he could be free like them...
"Man is born free, but..." he thinks...

The lone tree in the middle of the road beckons...
His thoughts invite him to be with its branches...
A shade to the traveler...
But easily and thanklessly forgotten...
To the ebbs and tide of 'Development'...
'Move on', says them who matter...
But how can it move on?
The wrenching pain still sears through the soul...
When was the last time someone who 'matter', cared?

Yet when the soothing breeze caresses him, he knows...
The world is still just a stage...
The actors cannot touch his inner heart...
He will not give up, he cannot give up...
So walks on, the lone crusader...

He sees the distant rainbow...
The bow of colors that enchant and rejuvenate...
So distinctly different, yet so thick...
Like the multitudes of life's problems and opportunities...
So a merry tune his lips hum...
And muses to himself... "What's life without a lil' worry?"
So walks on, the lone crusader...

Christmas thoughts... The season of joy...

All is calm, All is bright...
A chill in the wind, peace in all hearts...

All of the men in all of the nights...
Warming their minds with memories bright...

Of all the happy and merry times...
Of all the cheerful and blissful chimes...

Its the Season of cheer and I live by these rhymes...
The Grace of Christmas bewitching these climes...

As the silver moonbeams softly caress...
As the children softly sing carols..

Unfolds the magic of the joyous season...
The season of love, the season of care...

There's magic in the eyes of the children...
Listening for the hooves of Rudolph the deer...

There's bliss in the souls of the elders...
Drinking in the cheer so abundant around...

In the reds and the greens and the candles bright...
In the aroma of the freshly laid table...

The bells, the lights, the stars, the holly...
And the Angels on decorated pine trees, green...

Warmth to man, gives the roaring fire...
Warmth to the heart, gives the Christmas tune...

To gather at home around that Christmas tree, bright...
With the precious family and the special ones near...

Its then we realize that its not 'bout the season...
But 'bout all of the goodness and love in our heart...

For all the peace, love and cheer it spreads...
Only but once a year comes Christmas calling...

May your Christmas be very merry and bright...
Seasons greetings...

Christmas thoughts...

 "Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, with faithful leaves unchanging...
Your boughs are green, in summers glow and do not fade in winters snow..
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, with faithful leaves unchanging
....
Each year you bring to me delight, meaning in the Christmas night...
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, of all the trees most lovely..."

From the carol 'Oh Christmas Tree..', written by an unknown German, immortalizing the otherwise unheralded evergreen. Never fails to kindle that warmth in my heart,how many ever times I listen to it. The perfect message for Christmas...

Dreams...

Aah dreams...
What art thou made of?

Beautiful and bright,
Like the moon at night...

Magnificent, thou come when I sleep...
Elusive, thou be to catch...

Thou art so simple...
Yet so complicated...

But I don't want to figure thou through...
Coz the pleasures of life...
Are better enjoyed than thought of...

Yet, when I wake up...
I know in crimson and grey...

That though just a dream,
Thou keepeth my hopes...

Aloft and alight, to tread the new day...
Happy and blissful to enjoy everyday...

Happiness...

The best and the most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or heard... but must be felt deep inside... Pity that we forget this often... and complain about being unhappy...