A Soul Connection...

Not everything, but that something which I choose from you for me, a piece that I pick to complete a part of me. Like those clouds in the sky, and like those stars among the moon so high.

How quite we are through the day and loud with like raining nights. Unknown within the known yet for them we are unknown.

Nothing is been asked for, have nothing that can be given away. Stil it is a transaction which happens without our awareness. Which lay a foundation for the variations.

Variations among the way through which we conduct ourself, variations with others when being together and among us when floating like a feather.

A place, where nothing stops, there is commute all the time, where movements are normal and majority of things are formal – with words, thoughts, and way of being…

How among such a place we stood still, between every individual yet on top of hill…

Bending that reality which we have lived in to the reality that we are creating. To those memories which we have created, to those that which we are creating and for the one that which will come we are waiting…

Testing the fate for the life on every state, how every piece of us till now, what we have known as life is kept aside and new dawn is spreading wide…

Though we fly above, yet have got our individual depths… where similarity comes from walking those each step…

Beyond this universe, away from this world we live a life untitled, undescribed on our own terms…

Everything matters, but question comes why? From those talks, to small talks, to those no talks… Every step count, every event that we have lived… Every single thing…

What scares most is the understanding that how quick things end when they have started quickly… How close we have come up in how less time… How things have turned up, present do not feel much real as that of the consequences of the end.

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