Monday, January 30, 2012

Transitions..

I hear the tickling sound of the clock..
Never felt the gap between moments..
Every pause, Every pulse, made me breathe..
Lot of unfamiliar faces I see around..
Lot of people holding hands and walk..
Lot of vehicles in a hurry to reach the end..
I think about the place that used to be my endpoint..
Where greenery enriched the beauty of landscape..
Where I had time to imagine the flowing waters..
Where I had option to choose over seashores..
Where I had stories to read from every stone..
I smile, glimpses of familiar faces in my eyes, I smile..