race: to unwind to wind....

The myriad encounters of the path galloped
Have not been behaving like the cookies on a platter;
Distaste have produced angst
And the Sun has ceased to smile consistently.
The dirt of the windscreen can be moved through water
Believed that tears will unwind the sins committed!
A smoke in the air and the cloud in the sky
The warmth of the carelessly sipped Cappuccino
Had been a question and failed to be the answer.
The room of solace is empty with vanishing aspirations
Locked it for good; but reality broke into
Sealed the faith of the inspiration dwelled in.
A scarce smile and the reluctant steps on the floor
The wind perhaps smirked a docile gesture from a distance.
Hit the ball too hard and it still had got caught behind.
“Today is a holiday, lets catch up somewhere”, Brida called
The lunch was good and I said, “You are Paulo Coelho’s creation”.
The moments of glory were too few to relish for.
Decided to make a treasure trove out of penny accomplishments.
Life will fast catch up and living a life will be soothing to the mind