December, month of wishes

I have read in an article something interesting about this month, it was written as “December, month of wishes”. I read that line twice and the whole time I was pondering about the meaning and feeling associated with this.  I think it’s true, last month of the year, everyone of us has something still left to add in our account. Few of us are still waiting for the things to be occurred in this month and few have already planned new things and ventures for the coming year. But the most common thing is that everyone has something to make a wish this month, whether its pending one or new one, it does not matter anyway. Like others I do have a wish my dear, wish for the coming future, wish to make my own path, wish to find myself and wish to perceive the world again with new eyes.

Pain as in any form is worse; sometimes it takes everything away from you,

Your home, your loved ones, your dreams and sometimes you too,

Wish I could share and feel their pain as mine,

Nothing can be changed, but to have someone in the life even just for a moment,

Maybe give them the pleasure this year of drinking old wine,

Longer itineraries and few of us have always travelled alone,

Fear of getting lost in this strange world, and sometimes to wait for someone at each stop,

With false hope of meeting someone, being through the most scary turmoil inside,

Sometimes it seems more dangerous than a single poison drop,

Wish I could send my shadow to travel along with all alone travelers,

I know its does not make any sense; more virtual than any thought,

But maybe my shadow will give them warmth, like getting the shelter in the cold winter night which they have never sought,

Lost world, when the world seems nothing more than an end,

When no one has time for you, remember no one my dear friend,

When colder nights seem to be there taking your breath away,

When the directions on the streets will not direct you to go back home,

They will scream at you and make you realize that you have no way,

Wish I could hold the hands of everyone tonight, those have lost themselves,

Maybe with me they feel the same for a while, and share their story by considering me as their personal diary,

I wish same for me too, maybe some of them are still left tonight,

Maybe recurring thoughts are looking for the place, and waiting for someone inside the yellow street light,

Wish I could change the things, which we used to say like “life is rambling”,

This wishing month may turns as a potter to give a new shape to everyone’s life,

No one has any regret or pain, just have a same sentence to say, everything is ALRIGHT.