Wine stains

The wine stains on the keyboard take me back to a time of being tipsy and out of control. Of letting go, and letting the moment carve it out for itself. Dreams and ambitions, lying down side by side in the sun, spilling over each other and drying out into a mixed pallete of colours...where does one end and the other begin? The whiffs of my idealism and friendships merge into a potent love potion and you emerge from out of it..all solid, sweaty with my love. My wayward navigation makes me stumble into your life and I make it mine. Memories and khwaahishein sipped together form a heady cocktail. One lets you enjoy the past and the other keeps you alive to all things beautiful. The sweet bitter taste of regrets and unending stories acts like a sure cure for the hangovers of the good, very good things of life. A hobble on a pebbled road, the tingling sensation of naked feet in the sand, the noisy clicking of heels on a polished floorboard,  A hazy roadmap into the future works well for me. No set milestones and sharp decision turns, just a smooth spilling of one pathway into another, like the change of tracks of a train, barely felt but decidedly important. I will let the winds carry me on a journey of their making, I will float in the hot sir balloon, purposeful and thankful for the scenery of life.