Every moment writes its own stories
Some
moments on their journey,
Utterly
drowned
In
the stories floating inside;
Since
they had passed,
Like
suns and moons of yesterdays,
They
seemed distant, unreal.
During the crises of failures and successes,
Could
not recognize
Them
as evanescent seconds
As
nights and days that would fade…
Distant
wings overpowered the grounded feet.
Now
on the crossroad,
The
stretch lies to be seen in between
Stories
that fly and those that walk,
But
can this be prevented now;
Every
moment writes its own stories.03 August 2014
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