You Know It Perhaps... Or Not!

Hearing Gulzar reciting his poetry, like a bird drifting quietly into the undivided skies, somewhat the day to begin on a new note. That was perhaps the poetry was all about, when you drift, you write.

This was also how a wintry morning began. Just like two strangers exchanged greetings when they met quite accidentally. A gentle nod and carry on with their respective journeys. The travel time continued, and paths stayed how they were. Apart yet so co-joint.

Sitting, thinking they saw the thoughts quite like that this morning as it continued its expansion.

{You might become the next page, this is almost dedicated to a person I deeply but quietly love. I know its fate but still, I will tend it. Give it my heart.}