The Last Ride

I stand at the crossroads of paths not taken,
Waiting for signs from a guiding source,
Dunes of sand pile up before me,
As I leave the trodden paths,coarse.

And now I lie,in wait of a path,
That would walk the pain away with me,
And wish that with this passing time,
I would, at last, be set scott free.

Fate,it seems,has other plans for me,
I wait for the signs that HE may send,
And the real irony of it all,
Was that I'd reached the very end.

Flashes of my life rush through as a vision,
As I stare into the endless blank,
Sorrows I've received till my lonely end,
From people I should really thank.

Goodbye old friend,for the end is here,
As a dark chariot waits to ride,
A long path ahead but travel I must,
With only death riding by my side.

Her strength...

Gutsy,yes and always vigil,
Eyes that always eye the kill,
Ambition beyond simple beings,
And a face that'll cloud all sane feelings...

She lights up a talk with wisdom genuine,
She lightens a talk with her humour unseen,
Holds nothing back in getting it right,
Conviction- complete,for the task at sight...

A rebel,yes,and a good one too,
For God only imparts strength to few,
A tender smile hidden with a quick sigh,
A starry twinkle in the corner of her eye...

For this is only the beginning of her time,
Beyond which lie successes sublime,
A wish upon every breath that I may take,
May this life be sufficient for the glory she is bound to make..