Donno when I wrote this. 2013 or maybe 2014. 

Tossed in space,
I travel
  orbiting around
      god knows what?
A sun,
  a planet,
    a satellite,
        or an asteroid?

Inconsequential,
      maybe a li'l consequential.

Who knows
    what's the conspiracy
         or what do the elements intend?
Is there a way,
    a technique to know
      exactly where you're going?

Tell me.

Sands of time

15th April '2014

Wanna wake up when I want to
Kiss the Sun 'good morning' in its prime
Say 'goodbye' right away and put on the ac
Draw the blinds
Have a hearty breakfast and sleep again.

Wanna watch the stars tonight

Until they disappear into the morning light
Sit by the window
Stare into space
Listen to music
Read a book
Maybe poetry
Sip on a drink
Not worry the hour
For once
Just once
Own the sands of time.