Nine year old me fantasized a gleaming adulthood. The autumn to one’s life was the most ravishing dreams of mine.
Impatient to grow up and explore life, the time back then moved like tortoise with a dream of a even better tomorrow.
I’m now standing where at i dream’t myself a decade ago but today there is no spotlight nor the glitter of life.
Life’s is so quick these days. every day unfolds in a blink of eye.
And today every dreams adjoins with a new plan,
Every day a new desire counts in which later stays or sometimes vanishes.
But still today i dream of glittery tomorrow because tomorrow is always a fantasy!!
mind talks 