Day 236: Come Hours

Today was about writing back with no agendas in mind. Nothing planned and not even kept aside to which I write. As the music played on pianos and dances on the floor filled the room, the hours crossed over to the other day. To those who have shared a moment with me, in company of great friends I find happiness. It is not about a single things but when great people in great moments that we find a hint of perfection somewhere and somehow.

Come hours
Sometimes a lot is lost & gained between hours of the day
Between things that keep moving and some that have stayed
Partly in between the nights we no longer complain
We are in search of perfect insanity among the sane

Come walk with me , with friends in hours of the night
Where no one let's you down , not even out of your sight
Come find comfort in moments that are shared
In whatever way we know, the only way we show we care.

Yes we are pots and pans, we are lost and found
Yes we are free to the world & yet somehow bound
Yes we are destined realities
We are dreams that we dream, that we are yet to set free

We write with no roles no interludes on our mind
No mystery that needs to be solved, nothing better to find
Unbelievable this day just hours of the night crosses by
And chapters add on without an end in our mind

Come walk away from the difficult things, the easier ones follow & fold
As we win games of poker, and my hands are kept secret, somehow on hold