I crossed that stranger once again, down the bridge Holding his dog and groceries I don't know his name But it seemed The sky was bright and blue And the life we were living Was written on the clouds
"Where have you been" . "Somewhere amidst setting sun and early mornings.
How have you been?" . "Perturbed In the vacancies left out by breath. Insulated from nuances discoursed by the ever changing reality." . "Change I see. Is harshly unacceptable thing. And yet, in the struggle of not accepting it, we accept it anyway." . "Change is welcome , but nestles within the archipelago of uncertainty. As they get discovered life dwindles over the boundaries conceived by the mind by the punitive strokes of our society." . "It's the hue they say was splashed by our own fate. She dips the paint brush into our lives carving graffiti like a naive child. Unknown of what she'd bring. Unaware of how she's dodging these pitiful lives.." . "While the world was discovering fate, fate was deciphering her. While world looked at the night sky and looked for answers within the meteors, she dug the earth sowed some seeds answers sprouted out." . "Maybe that's why the world kept falling from the skies. To be more wise. And in the fall, they learnt to fly. Sad was how the fate never got a chance to prove herself. In the middle of confetti of success, She remained the dark in the dimmed light.."
I bade that stranger goodbye Not knowing his name Not wanting to know anything else All we did was share a view Of the sky And told each other About the taste of the sip of life.
Sometimes it's okay not to know somethings. Just like we were unaware of the life being complicated since our footsteps kissed the land. And when the adulthood took a toll, we realized we've lost something precious behind.
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