The Futuristic Illusions
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As the winds gently touch my forehead

Tossing my hair carelessly aside

The waves surge forward with great vigour

Obstinately against the rocks


Glancing at the clouds

Stars planted immaculately in between

Worries are ostensibly distant

Yet they remain with constancy


The chilly winds trigger

An unprecedented whirlwind within

Doubts come flooding again

Suffusing every nook and corner


The future seems so uncertain

Impossible to fathom in its intricacy

Kismet's crazy ideas

Messing with the sanity of our minds


Will one's hopes and dreams

Ever see the light of day?

Will love and friendship

Simply fade away like passing clouds?

Could everything we cherish and love

Just perish like the flicker of a match?


The journey ahead appear precarious

Fraught with obstacles at every turn

The future is but inevitable

A new dawn awaits

Alex
20 December 2005