Stories, stories from everywhere; several of them; Yours-mine-ours;
Those with which we build several bridges in different walks of
our lives… A few told and many of them remain untold.
Though someday, all of us too shall turn into a story.
This buzzing sound of ‘hurry’ all-around is loud and
evident...
In the similar vicinity there exists absolute silence, quiet and calm...
While walking our way into an unknown pathway...
Seems everything is known about nothing...
Yet there is too much around for a living but
not much to earn a living...
Having people from different kinds and origins crossing by...
Gorgeous mornings, Random days and Calm evenings...
Countless extremities to handle, bringing in turmoil and
balance...
At the very moment, endless things to be dealt with the stance...
Usual habitats have feather weight artifacts frost…
Mere intensity of emotions and feels are lost…
To begin is the toughest step they said,
Oh! Well so is the last step while situations end...
Like every coin has two different sides, neither good nor bad...
Just two different sides... that's how our lives rides...
And then there are stories;
Stories from everywhere, several of them, yours-mine-ours;
Stories from everywhere, several of them, yours-mine-ours;
Those with which we build several bridges in different walks of
our lives… A few told and many of them remain to ourselves.
And someday inadvertently, all of us too shall turn into a story.
