Musings of a winter night...... i think therefore i am!

A cold winter night exchange-a friend wrote in.....
A warm cup of tea,
and the breeze to accompany
there couldn't be a better setting
for you to saunter, walk in!

Of course we had history,
under the old, large rain tree...
but i wasnt sure if you'd remember
those li'l fires, and after, the embers?

What brings you here anyways?
the embers are long gone, the smoke astray
there'd be but weathered signs
of conflict between the heart and mind!

If all you want to do is
traverse that path shroud in mist -
come, that's what i am upto
and that will make us two!

I have no clue, where we'll go
maybe beyond this shroud, we'll know
what's left of our history -
a spark, embers, a mystery?

where we get to, land or sea
together again - is the key!
let it stay, a mystery -
why dont we rewrite history? :)

I mused back...
[3:26AM, 05/02/2015] ARs: I don't think I'd want History rewritten
Its with the tea I'd much rather be smitten.
History and its lanes are like a labyrinth,
they take me down like Apollo did Hyacinth.
The trajectory of each human creates their own history...new or old is for time to see...for time will always be the key.
The mystery that is history is sometime best left under its own shroud else it gets back to you to hound.
What has gone shall never be back..should never return for it may rock a boat or shake an urn.

So move on ahead is the motto
Talk of brighter tomorrow and forget history's sorrow.
To Each his own .....for each individual needs to charter their course and be their own driving force.

So like i said " yes" to the warm cup of coffee or tea but ill stay away from the me...coz i don't want to go down in history!!!!