Either I am
wrong or right,
Darkness everywhere
or full of light,
Either I
have missed something or still have to write,
Several hiccups,
shows fear inside,
Nowhere, no
feeling or something very kind,
Sometimes I
smile, or sometimes I cry.
Though
there is no reason, but sometimes things are kept aside,
Dreams are broken
or sometimes too full,
Nothing to
be changed, or has to change,
Things those
are gloomy and dull,
Sunshine in
cold winter day,
Or rain has
washed everything away,
Warmness in
feelings or shivering thoughts,
Completely occupied,
or vain, something like drought,
Unfolded letter,
or cryptic message,
Where meanings
have to be defined this time,
Used or
unused, sometimes like a blank page,
Either we
have to conceal the things or reveal,
You and me,
or with the feeling of “us”, we have to deal,
Transition is
not always easy my dear friend,
And stepping
out to get start the things,
Sometimes
seem more complicated rather than an end.

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