STRANGER

Walking along
life's road one day
You reach a cross-road
and find your way

Out of the blue
not having noticed
There comes a stranger
and offers a lift

You think for a while
but don't really know
Is he headed towards
where you want to go

Your thinking clouded
you hear a faint voice
It's your heart whispering
'don't even think twice'

So knowing fully well
you'll be getting off soon
You still take the jump
and land on the moon

The journey's amazing
till date your best
You thank your heart
can't have no regrets

But just when you were
getting wet and all drenched
Time moved on
lest you forget

That the shower has passed
and it's that time again
Yet another crossroad
confusion and pain

The stranger will continue
his journey won't end
But for you it's different
ahead's a dead end

You've got to turn away
and continue further
Find another stranger
Or be one to another

But whatever the case
it couldn't be more true
Life wouldn't be half as amazing
had it been only you!

First of many (hopefully) to come...

Yes, the title almost sounds like a warning, but I, more than anyone else, would do well to treat it as one, lest I fail in pursuing even one of those very few things that seem of interest to me amongst most others to which the general attitude is, well, indifferent.

Always did wonder though, what is it that stops me from doing what I thought was something I always wanted to do, something that gave me immense thrill n pleasure the few times that I did give it a try. And have never quite found the answer so far. Nor do I know what's got me to finally try and put down the innumerable thoughts that engulf the inside of this reticent exterior.

Just glad that it's finally happened, and hopefully can be sustained. Maybe was just meant to be, and hence the chosen name for the blog - Maktub.