Day 106: Plans we Make

There are times when the best of plans will fall apart, even the mostly perfectly composed melody doesn't sound too well. I have been thinking about the plans we make in life, and the unplanned things in life too. We are often perplexed by the changing nature of these plans,the things that do and don't vary, sometimes when it changes without warning and sometimes all we could do is wish that it would change tracks. We all want something different, some of us are in love with the music that plays in our head, and then there are few who find the same track playing again and again and want to change. Whatever be the reason, whatever story you wish to tell yourself and to others, we all unpack our bags tonight as we travel back home. Here's hoping we get to keep some of the plans we make

Plans we Make
And here's to the planner, the engineer, the scientist in my head,
The writer , the poet, and the photographers stuck in pictures instead.
To the thoughts in your head, that come alive in day dreams,
Here to the strokes of brushes that you paint, with colors that the world hasn't seen

To the plans we make, when no body's watching , some in secrets we hide,
And some that are stern , like promises we make and the ones we choose to abide.
The breaks we take sometimes, we end up nowhere else but in the back of our head,
The plans that follow you around, that are the filled with your thoughts instead.

Here's to careful nature of it all, when the little things have been thought about,
When you know what the world wants of you, you keep looking for yourself inside out
The planned reasons of the day, you may close your eyes or wake up in middle in the night,
The best thing of all that you get to keep, are the trophies you never show, your own fight

We are all planners in our own ways, we have just made too many plans at times,
We have checklist that we keep, we rewrite and then there are few we choose to revise
Here's to the plans we make, we may not live with or through each and everyone,
We are lost spirits in the making, we are aged in our bottles still,we are essence of a taste never gone