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An October Sky...

 

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 about… likes… A month… which is the middleman… Where its sepia… the hue is dull, and the air is nostalgic… where the damp monsoon soil… baking in the wintry coil…   

The month… has a strange… feel of island… where nothing comes… or nothing stays… where there is everything but where it lays… Monstrous… void and companion… of being… being alone… are such days…

But… when the stars have changed… so have the way, here you are like a day in May… Brighter than the brightest… having those magical sparks as they say…

Younger… elder sometimes… but stable she never stays… Quite… yet so much she has to say… Yet tears are something that she chooses making dark those eyes in the bright beautiful day…

Clumsy… messy… classy… sometimes… neat from head to toe…spoiling the beauties all around… wandering to those duties that surrounds… Ever wonder how through heaps of crowds and piles of decades that I found… you Those force and the natural way of being so different that both of us it binds…  

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