Part 37: A festival by you

A world full of lamps,

in a time full of lights.

Darkness prevails,

not even in the nights.

And yet people fail to see a brother in need,

a glass of water to the thirsty, the hungry to feed.

So today as you step out

to light those fireworks, just wait,

Open your hearts a little,

and look beyond your gates.

Reach out to your brother

share a little joy,

Make it a festival of happiness

for every girl and boy.

And in that minute you reach out.

you' ll find a moment that’s true.

A true festival of lights

celebrated by you.

Part 36:

And sometimes it gets dark,

as I hurry across those burnt fields.

Many a dreams lie shattered there around me.

My eyes moisten with crystals of salt

as my heart now feels heavier

weighed down by the chains of sorrow.

But alas! I cannot stop here,

for my journey still lies ahead

and the horizon waits for me quite eagerly.

And so I pat on Hope my humble steed once more.

And she in turn consoles me with a soft neigh,

as she gallops now with haste

towards the end of our journey.

I can feel the wind blowing in my ear once again.

But this time he doesn't seem angry like before.

He leads us to the streams of introspection.

We halted there for a while.

Hope and I had a drink,

we knew we had a long journey ahead.

After resting for the night,

we set off once again at the break of dawn.

The road seemed clearer this time,

we came upon a fork in the road,

A choice needed to be made.

the road of What I like

or the road of What I want.

The first seemed clear,

the other seemed to dissappear into foggy forest.

And yet that was the path I chose.

no logic though here prevailed.

And thus I entered through the misty foliage.

My journey I know is far from over. . .

Part 35: I am not your riddle

Do not try to solve me

I am not your riddle Old World.

Do not try to comprehend

for my words don't belong in your present

Do not try to foresee

as my future is what will build yours.

For I, though no more than a grain of sand,

am still beyond what you will ever understand.

So do not try, and not just because you shouldn't

but rather because you can't.

How? you may ask

or even Arrogant! you may call me.

But I am just the way

I was always supposed to be.

Something that you will over see,

only to regret with much remorse

when tomorrow turns into yesterday.

And it is only then

that you will stand still and ponder

why was it that you never

recognize and understand...

the puzzle, the riddle, the person that is me.

For that day, I leave you

few words from this moment.

Remember this

An hour glass

though worth a few pennies

still holds within itself

countless lifetimes

within the sands of time.