Some times I feel that things have lost meaning small joys don’t matter any more we all are running to where, we don’t know. and once in a while we pause for someone who can’t run anymore
then leave the past behind and start running again.
till when, we don’t know
Some times I just imagine somebody standing outside this whole trying to figure out what running is all about then he says “I never thought, my creation could be so engrossing yet so removed from reason, so futile” and laughs out loud.
The wind’s whisper rejoices, The oceans roar with praise, The sun magnifies Your glory, And the earth below is filled with glad tidings. Before time even began, You would know me intimately, And yet, I cannot help but to still
I Wonder Who came up with the thought to own land, and then possessing even stones, water and sand? Nothing in this world will soon be cost free, price tag will even be set to the air we breathe. I
Alone in a forest in the night Whom would you, my friend, remember? When fear of the death traces your mind Whom would you, my friend, surrender? Whom do you think you owe this life? And whom would you say
I wonder if you realise the way you make me feel, I wonder if you know the guilt for me is real, I wonder if you ever think about me too, I think I’m giving you more credit than your
Though a trillion coloured droplets just refract to cause an arc And though atmospheric pressure can explain Aurora’s spark And the moon and sun’s alignment can account for sudden dark Still you wonder….. While a flock of birds’ formation is
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