Before last summer, and couple of years back, Of being late, my tales never reached you. Brushed passed by friends, mutual. ...



Before last summer, and couple of years back,

Of being late, my tales never reached you.

Brushed passed by friends, mutual.
And family so close
I never knew you?
You never knew me?
We never knew each other!
For the wishes lasted couple of years back when I met you first..
A little earlier is all is wished,
Before the last rain,

I wish I had met you earlier.

Ask me how it felt to be late in others life,

Ask the rain, how he got delayed by monsoon clouds,

Chasing for the wrong clouds.

Of knowing them close yet not being among them.

Of talking to them day and night,

Yet the shared feelings weren't the same.


Before we turned into strangers again.

One last chance,

One last time.

I am convinced that world is a strange place with weird beings. Sure, I am afraid of it but that doesn’t seem to stop me from looking ...


I am convinced that world is a strange place with weird beings. Sure, I am afraid of it but that doesn’t seem to stop me from looking out for the things around, slowly as my path breaks. I am scared of drowning today much more than I’m scared of heights, but the urge to fly someday keeps me floating towards the sky’s limitlessness. I am not lost, nor am I in search of finding the ones I’ve lost. Sometimes we may not like what’s going on in our lives, we may be confused to come to a decision and we may reach back to square one multiple times. It’s ok to be confused, for the confused minds are blessed with different possibilities to see a problem.

Did no one tell you it’s the weight of the emptiness that weighs the most? There may be times when people are tired with loops in life and slowly they would retreat back to hear happy stories to keep them alive. They will have to leave even if they promised to be there; at some point of juncture as you realize no warbler looks beautiful when caged, and you will have to let them fly. Later you will understand that there is so much beauty in this weird place that no matter what goes through you, you grow through it and it has to goes on. There will be the sun smiling through your window panes the next day, after which the night moon comes to check if you have slept. In the end you realize how central it is to love yourself the most than searching for love to get loved. Sometimes being wired find its ways to weirder worlds and much greater adventures, for I am convinced that the world is a strange place with weird beings and you will have to live through it to see an astronaut sitting among the greens on a rainy day.


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