The boy in the dark yet enfolded in light.

The cold breeze of air the smooth running of water and a lost boy with dreams everything was on the earth.

The boy was not himself for the time but the soul in him somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

The body demanded to be ruled by the soul, but the soul was controlled by the mind. The dots are connected.

He watched the sky, usually he sees billions of stars and bluish or black space but that night he saw a few stars, those which had the nerve to rise and glow.

The sun is sleeping but the earth is awake full of life ...

The road wasn't empty, but the soul was.

The demand of body and the empty soul both fighting at a certain point.

The boy was spectator but at the same point he was mind, soul and body.

every step at late night on mother earth gave him a relief from the step he walked before a step.

everything was empty in his life, but something was filled inside him, which never let him drake away from himself.

yet the power of words demands more from his spilling mind, hands and eyes.

He was not the only wondering soul in there but three more and thousand more around him and billions more. 

with the same essence but in the different power of control.

Today he was filled with joy.

He found something in him but couldn't decode but whatever it was,

was the first step. 

and the previous vanished.  .....

He wanted to capture the perfect moment and never let it go away.

 He was not good at words he wished if he could write the beauty of the scenario. He took his mobile from jeans pocket, opened the notepad and without thinking anything wrote the flow of words spilling from his mind and fingers.

What an exciting world do we live in. His fingers stopped typing. 

His head up towards the sky a few more of the stars vanished but still there were those rising and shining never wanted to be vanished in the black. 

                                           Dream Carrier