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 People coming along does not bother much but their leaving… that matters how cheerful we come up and how silent… they walk by… What causes the gap…? Where we go wrong along the map… was our bond so easy that we got swapped… Why you are being quite…? Why your ignorance formed such a way that you have crossed all those paths which we never there… Why it matters…? Because everything matters… from those talks to those walks… where everything is there yet nothing is same… Might sound lame… but whom can we blame… looking up should that be God or where those all the odds that we have turned things insane… What are these days…? What should we call then…? What are they formed of…? What have they turned too…? How long will they last…? Hope that distance do not get vast…! What is it that you can’t speak off… is this for a while… can’t you take of the mask of sadness and just smile… what is eating you its bothering me… just one meet… a talk, a coffee… to figure out can’t we… I k...

  Walking on the same path years on… stumbling on the similar rocks each time… Seeing hundreds of people all around… never finding someone next time… Doing same thing every day… dreaming same dreams in every possible way… hoping similar desire on the path while walking on the wire… All through life… numbers are what we have lived on… All through life numbers are what we are living on… from counting scores to expenses to days to life… Enough now… to all dear worldly gentlemen… who never ran out of judgements years after years… to declare to live simply… Having those chocolates… licking those candies… tossing those toffees into mouth thinking no one was watching… Making the best… beautiful… comfortable house from the stolen bricks for my tommy…     Not in a rush to get that next train… Not in hurry to be on time somewhere at the same place… Wanna sleep some more and to be in my dreams but, why this reality unwantedly screams…? Not being lack of ambition… but reali...

  Where are you now…? Are you in those millions of crows, are you free… have you turned into a tree… Are you in those hundreds which we come across ask for something out of sorrows… Have you all turned into stars… clear we see yet they are so far… are you the topsoil which have gone… travel places… through winds or footprints… Have God turned you to cow… to whom we bow… are you with Gods… among the clouds… to my every question giving a nod… You are… somewhere around… in the air that I breath… in the food that I eat… the people that I see… Now comes the flood of memories… when the blood race with the worries… where your wisdom was gems full of treasure… where avoiding you in the past hurts my present… The vision which you had… among the known ones and the loved ones even called you mad… that dream, that struggle, that hope… and one steps… not for self but for those who were not even nearby… Ignoring all odd on the verge of breaking few bonds… the base was built on which, l...

  Nothing to be promised… nothing is hidden… It was not the coincident we came along… Destiny that we can name… Friendship is that the game we play… Hardly a month and few days… but how it seems ages we have known… all that you have said was not the story of yours, but as if I too have lived… the names, the places that I have been with you there… A friend… came out of horizon yet met on the half-moon night… A place… such a place where its struggle for me… with an inner fight… Its then I realize that the stem which bear the thorns, gives the flower too… Ever if I would have met the god in whom I believed… I would have asked for the person she always ask for… Above all, and everything its him which she longs for… Sometimes it scares… when what lies ahead dares… the destiny which is unknown… and how we ever came along… what holds this bond… is there a song… how together we are yet away… How similar we are… different are those… our ways… The month… which makes me think twice ...

With those brown mysterious eyes… with that look of wise… yet innocent… yet carefree… Aware sometimes… quite most of the times… Two important reasons… hold her breath… which haunt her like seasons… one that of imaginations and the other… of memory… Aman, who brought her to life… nurtured… cared… and gave all of him to her… even her name… The one whom she ask for… from the other important being… from the god whom she believed… How looking everywhere… for that face… where battling with difficulties of life everyday she faces… looking for a hope… finding joy in every scope… Mysterious she comes… quite she is… with the gestures of being kind…   lot of things goes on in her beautiful mind… Silent… timid… yet her looks are wild, what speaks more is that face when it does not smile… How unaware she is of her brave little heart… crossing those streets holding her father’s hand… leaping the fate… how she changed the states… Naïve at times, when she talks about her lord… the lo...