The New Year

On 31st December'13, I'll be pondering over what will the new year bring for me? New leaves, glistened days with fresh light and love? May my dreams will walk only on the floating clouds, or fall as rain to get evaporated again by fire of jealousy, anger or disdain? Nature is bountiful here with all her beauty. But, I forget to see the honey-suckles and the humming bees. Chasing time is my present task given by my life, worthless, yet meaningful. I want to drink honey from my ostentatious days. But, the greens pass before me as mere sight writing nothing on my bored, barren page. Monotonous tune works only without any delight! I'm forsaken without it though! The new year will be like this, same as a dull day- - with loveless work, dull, hackneyed and of course with an unfulfilled yearning, which you know!