Let’s see till when you can escape from the so-called ‘evaded’ conversations!
For the one who never came out of the photo frame- my grandmother.
We’re both the pieces of the same sky. We feel the same things.
A poetry version of the common phrase- Love is in the air- (Maybe, like microbes that lead to epidemics!)
They did this to you, for just one good thing.
Maybe I seem to be perfectly alright.
But, in the end, the word ‘maybe’ has hopped in with an undesirable emphasis along.
For everything, an age comes, a time comes. This age is full of weird feelings but that doesn’t mean that each of them is to be accepted. Some feelings await time.
Your ashes will be the vague evidence of your existence.
I know I’m not an eighty-year old lying on a deathbed and waiting for breathes to diminish. But still, even I feel the scarcity of those time…
When you’ll try to be different from the crowd, the crowd will prove you a lunatic patient…