Valley of flowers

And deep in the valley of flowers, where we lay-

Thinking of the future unknown,

Dreaming of the love we share,

And we lay, oblivious of our surroundings,

Of what lay ahead waiting for us.

We never cared of what went past,

Or what that was passing by.

So deep in love we were there,

That nothing else in the world did matter.

But how, oh how, that bubble burst,

And how we ended up alone and

All our dreams came to naught,

And that carelessness turned into tears of angst,

Miseries surrounded from everywhere.

Ah, where is that valley of flowers,

Where those careless days?

Where are the dreams, the hopes, the joy,

Where have they all vanished in the mist?

A billion fireflies

Many a times, while travelling by air at night at the time of landing as well as takeoff I look out of the window and marvel at the scene around me. The billions of glistening pin-point lights take my breath away and I am left wondering about them. Above, below and all around me, I see just big, small, white, yellow twinkling lights, lights whether man-made or the lamps of heavens look back at me. I wonder whether what I see below are manmade lights or is it that the earth has started mirroring the skies above? Even the moon looks like one hung from a string for a children’s play. What is it and where I go, I am yet to discover. All I know is that I get surrounded by billions of glistening fireflies, twinkling and disappearing in the darkness…….