22nd March

In the metropolitan of Paris, a strange silence clouds around... Somehow it seems as if everything is perfect... yet truly imbalanced... A sudden sense of awkwardness as I observe keenly ... A strange happiness if I may..

A smile plastered on all... And each in his own delight... A delight beyond the smile and that I could tell... Somehow however, something amiss though I feel... And understood my smile at unease... The absence of your warmth and thus of peace...

21st March

A soft music lingers in the background, with the dim moonlight peaking through the window... I see the slight sparkles of the reflections glitter gently by the small ripples on the slow moving stream... They seem like diamonds shining through from the depths of the water... like pearls of the ocean hidden deep within...

The slow ticking of the clock and the soft gushing of the air...time itself ceases to exist as the heart starts to fantasize it's own world of dreams and yet the mind... It somehow doesn't seem to care...simply mesmerized by all the magic in this air...

19th March

My eyes opened silently at the whisper of the morning wind, the soft touch of the early rays and the nearby music of the church bells orchestra.. I felt a sense of awakening, a little different from the other days preceding nevertheless special I must mention... It was an awakening of different levels of which my heart and soul was unable to comprehend... A natural smile runs across effortlessly as I relish a few vivid memories of the evening before... For they have made this morning more special than it deserved to be...

17th March

The night sky seems dark yet glittering with the sprinkle of a billion stars on the black velvet carpet... Embracing the earth as it goes to sleep, gaining supreme as the sun retires, awakening the crescent to the regime ... Tranquility and peace the moon light spreads from its wings, an angelic white... to all of us whose lights go off ... one by one tonight... And even so, The night sky remains, ever so lit and even more bright...

15th March

The metro packed with people unknown, yet much closer they stand unaware of the bond they share.. and as i take a seat, the soul of the metro... It unfolds before my very eyes... Soft music of the violin surrounds the cabin as a man plays so effortlessly with a fiddle of gold... I notice a small boy across me with his new found toy, he looks at it with so much amazement - that I would want to be back in my childhood... A toy phone it was for he spoke on it with an imaginary friend... The smile he now has is rather priceless and I feel a little envy of his friend indeed... 
Beside him a man in suit, all proper and prim for his day at work... With a serious glance at his phone throughout... I wondered for a minute how he could forget ... that once he was the same small boy ... He just had to see on his left but a turn of such never was to occur..
On my right a lady rushing... Quickly through her morning makeup, just in time to start the day.. of facades and masks ... I heard myself make a gentle wish ... hoping we aren't the masks we wear all the time... 

14th March

The morning unfolds and with it the simple pleasures of life. The sun - he has woken up feeling renewed, radiating in the sky his legacy... shimmering with his brilliant rays and spreading his waves of hope and joy, all around the world but half.

A smile slowly blossoms as I feel his golden touch: a touch - gentle yet warm, soothingly warm. With the caress of the wind that softly whispers in my ears as it passes; the sun - he sends us all a message... exclaiming over the beauty of this earth... from where he stands so supreme. 

13th March

I had missed the sunrise but there I see the sun, as majestic as he is and gleaming through with his golden rays... As they strike the white innocent snow that lies on my path, they start to smile back to the rays of gold only to sacrifice themselves in a losing battle but even so in an accepting manner... A nice thought comes across me on how they are able to communicate and I look up to the blue sky you saw ...which is still up as i see... slowly regaining back its regime and spreading a wave of freshness and hope for the new start of the day... With this I hear myriad sounds of the morning spectrum... The horns of a car that just passed by, probably with a person not relishing the beauty of this morning, the Chirps of a few birds as they drink a little from the melted pools of snow, I walk further to see the bus stop bustling with a few people awaiting to start their days... I also walk by a small bakery which carries the aromas of fresh bread along the lane i walk.. The modesty and quiet tranquility of the sunrise is slowly transcending just as the sun keeps rising in the morning sky... He isn't too shy now and maybe his regret is hidden but I see him give a gentle smile as the colors of the day are starting to show ... More and more brightly...