Swashbuckler's Blog

The tiniest of glimpses into your soul , your rosy cheeks belie a dream untold . I drift through the clouds sat on wings almighty this day and think.... think what made you serve me a drink with a smile , unmeant ,yet unrolled . Walking down a thin strip isle , alongside arrays of heads, different in sizes, religion and thoughts. You walk down the ramp 36000 feet above in air , like a supermodel, there lies your glam they say . But , who are "they" , they who say your a product of the airlines industry . Is it true ? Is it why they chose you . For a face , fake grace but for not the YOU who silently sneaks a tear , alone in the bed , destination unknown ,far away ... far away from home . Now your standing there , 3 rows down in front of me repeating the actions for safety as a voice behind repeats the instructions numbly . It seems its been recorded and replayed when needed.
I'm a critic you say ... You say you like it this way . It suits your way of life , but where are the dreams you had once as child ?

Hmm... never mind , I myself doubt if I've become a nutcrack . Streaming my thoughts unconsciously into vague analysis without a point to make . Pardon me its my age . "Can you pour me another drink?","There you go sir(you smile)","(me)Thank you.Young miss.",pardon me if I ask, maybe its the drink,
is it the tides of time that swept away your sand castles, is it the cruel world who abducted you prince , or is it me drunk not talking in context and clarity, a touch out of being practical or ...real ?

Oh! is it . Its all fairytale you say .