Literary escapades

Some things will stay with us or go  And vanish slowly out of sight Transform reality we know  To someone's anguish or delight All memories will slowly fade To our sorrow and dismay To come again and be reborn  One freshly crisp and sunny day

Somebody shouting, roaring motors are up and about, people are scurrying around, and cicadas make this screeching sound in a desperate attempt to find mates. It's busy and loud... and lonely like hell. Inner emptiness is clouding the sky, greying it and making it cry sad tears.  Life goes about and not everyone is a part of it. We all try of course, to navigate this temperamental river, giving up and coming back for more.  Driven by hope, despair or fear to be left behind we try and try till the last straw breaks urging to let go. Does this desperate run has an ounce of a meaning? Does it help make things better for someone?  Are we kidding ourselves in a futile attempt to find significance in endless monotony of hours to be lived and done with? Cicadas are having a break.  Shiny Moon looks reproachfully down on all of us lost in a sleepless abyss  still hoping...

Introducing New Literary escapades 2 prose: 'The Big One comes on Friday' (completed) at  http://literaryescapades2.blogspot.com/

Misty         morning Rain          drops Falling           quietly

Must sleep under sound of rain And dream of things to happen Slowing down to remember Before it is too late

Who's not asleep? Who won't let Sunday go? Who's dreams are a reflection of the day That hasn't started yet But promises the world...

Is it possible to have a nostalgia for times you haven't lived in or being too young to remember?.. Why is it then your heart aches a little at every appearance of certain scenes or sounds of music tune?.. Memories of the past that aren't even yours. How is it even possible to relate this much?.. Is it something imprinted in your genes... Once in a while you long to return there, walk the streets, smell the air, feel the vibe, see people at the peak of their youth... A surreal time travel where anything is possible in an excitement of anticipation. Stepping in, finding your way around, siting in a small cafe on a warm summer afternoon and watching people go about their business, all the while knowing you are just a guest, a visitor, an occasional passerby and roads are open to you in any direction. Walking familiar streets and seeing them in a different light. Listening to an old song in its first release. Watching a movie though knowing the ending and still be surprised. Enj...