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Wishes are moments of insanity that lie within the mind.
Deep rooted, they stick to the very cores.
Rarely come true, rarely do we behold such miracles.
But wish we do all the same, so they may take us to untainted shores.
I wish people would stop killing each other for mere glory.
I wish men would stop waging wars for money and oil.
I wish they would see sense in living together in harmony.
I wish people would simply be gratified to be alive and well.
I wish we could stop hurting all that surrounds us.
I wish we could live in accord with all of the world.
I wish there would be no threats and no fear in our minds all the time.
I wish the reprobates would make amends and be welcomed back into the fold.
But will these wishes ever amount to anything tangibly true.
Will they rise up above the blackened seas and appease man's thirst.
Not by quenching them but by succeeding to understand them.
And by throwing the baton of power out of reach of anyone's hands.
Or will I see the shooting star dive before my eyes.
Fading away in dust, remaining only an amazing spectacle.
It is but a wish, in my mind, very vivid, very intense.
Wishing that the wish comes true, I wish some more.
So the images be painted real and the flying stars always sparkle.