Doomed and dejected by the way things turn out at the end of day;
Depressed by the virtue of heart which accepts only those things that elates and excites;
Never the less I have nothing to lose or nothing to gain except you whom I was considering mine
Strangely, on brooding one can visualize that nobody is none’s property to file a complaint in the lost & found department. Not even the mother can claim her kith and kin as their own.
Things are never straight and linear in this amazing truly complex world.
They said whatever goes up comes down; remember my dear repetitive nature of things is the norm of the universe.
Everyday teaches you; remember those days when we had seen the eerie, charming, moonlit and dark nights and thought that these were forever but never the night promised to live with us.
Those tiny blue rays of sunlight penetrate through the dark sky every day to make you and me realize that things are never linear.
