Broom Vroom..

Happily have left behind

All my dark clouds.

Gloom can settle in-

And unsettle me no more.

High up on a cloud so,

I fly and soar ,

On that Halloween broom,

Left behind by you.

As the magic of you-

Can only make joyous thoughts,

Fleet and bleat in my mind’s territory.

Not looking for much,

Yet floating on,

On an endless incredible flow-

I rest relaxed-

As the past ties,

Act as shackles no more.

I seek no reason-

And no explanations .

Of Now and Then.

Only hope,

That both can be

As happy,

As we desire.

Sensitized only to

The optimist in you,

It feels great,

To give stupidity

A chance.

Two worlds-

Separate-

 Disparate.

Yet, the dream webs,

Are getting entangled-

Out of their own

Accord.

Feels good to

Just Let it be-

Leave the control button

And rest easy.

A joyride,

Through the endless pastel shades-

As natural as existence.

Feels good—

To just,

Shake my head thus-

And say-

Time,

Will show me the way.