It is always good to meet somebody from the past.
It makes us aware of the fact that life is fast.
The memories - the Good and the Bad and the Ugly seems to last forever.
That’s one thing that gives life its power.
The roads that I have walked - sometimes with friends.
The roads that I have walked - sometimes with friends.
The battles that I have fought - sometime with foes.
Everything was a miasma - I have been walking through that.
The feelings about yesterday kept me alive - en-caged.
Did I fumble in the beginning - Never... Was I too humble?
People made the lamb a lion, roaring its anger at the rubble.
The echoes of which still reverberates in the dark slimy corridors of life.
Much intense, much painful, and much weak against the sharp logical knife.
This road much travelled has become slushy with stagnated beings
Jostling for a space, crashing against other bodies, leaning.
The exit road is blocked with entry points
Ruthless, unrealistic and unplanned
The road much travelled gets fragmented in the inner recess of the human mind.
This road much travelled has become slushy with stagnated beings
Jostling for a space, crashing against other bodies, leaning.
The exit road is blocked with entry points
Ruthless, unrealistic and unplanned
The road much travelled gets fragmented in the inner recess of the human mind.
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