25 years. A simple journey. sometimes alone sometimes amid crowd. Walking against the wind, sometimes orthodox sometimes modern. With resistance to change, with love in heart. Sometimes funny sometimes harsh. Learnt something new daily. Lost n found. Failed to find a heart that beats at same frequency, a smile that complements, a voice that encourage. Step was small, journey was miles. Days were black and so were nights. Felt the hand n it was knife. With no more dreams with no more joy, the world was stage n we were toy. I like the stars n little dark, when people run set on new marks. The way I went was criticised but this is the way I lived my life. 25 years too far too alone with glimpse of glamour n worldly feel. It was a mix, a beautiful life till I faced the deadly time. With nothing left I walk alone, the time was good but I know its gone. Lost interest in this brutal life, my eyes closed walking on knife. I need a heart that match my pace, just sit with me, walk of the race. All I learnt that its an end, not broken but few dents. I need, I need..
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 15:21:21 +0000
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