Looking back

Was there a compelling reason for me to look back,after reaching the door.
Or was it my sheer habit to check,if everything was alright with you.

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Sudden encounters

Sudden encounters without interactions always leave a trail of thoughts to ponder upon.
Should I feel happy to have stumbled upon what I eagerly waited for or be sorry as I could do nothing what I had planned for.

Toss

Standing alone looking across this dark and lovely night
Come on life ,let me take some help to set you right
Here I am tossing up my coin to check what's in store
Whatever comes,head or tails,I will wait no more.
After all,some decisions are better left to fate
But there's no point in keeping them pending very late

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What more do I need

Whenever I find, my wandering mind,
thirsty for something more.
I look around, with my feet on the ground,
and let my heart to soar.
A slice of the moon, a handful of sun,
some stardust on my face.
I have them all, what more do I need?
to live and forget the race.

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Clouds

Even at the peak of season,
all clouds do not bring rains in their wake.
Some of them linger along,promising a deluge,
and then flit away across the sky.
To quench the thirsty meadows, somewhere else.

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Is this a way to die?

The rain washed streets still bear,
a few remnants of the carnage..
Burnt tyres, splintered glass,blood soaked shoes.
Also may be some broken dreams,
some unfulfilled promises,
unfinished conversations,
goodbyes to loved ones, not uttered.
The rains will wash them all,eventually.
People are again out on their daily routine.
Traffic on the roads will get in a snarl very soon..
Life will go back to its mad rhythm..
We will all smile,love,fight,eat and sleep..
But for whatever life is worth living for,
Is this a way to die?
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Corridor of uncertainty.

To reach the closed doors
I need to cross the long corridor
Dark and mysterious,yet
inviting.
But this game does not allow
the player to turn back
Once he reaches the corridor of uncertainty
What lies behind the closed doors
is also unknown
Maybe broken promises dating back to days long past.
Or unwanted obligations folded neatly on the racks
like clothes no longer in vogue.
Its difficult to guess.
But still I feel the urgency within me
to walk across the corridor,
in tired and faltering steps,maybe
and reach the closed doors..
Then knock in eager anticipation,
of meeting somebody who has been there before me..
One who has also taken this one way journey,
chosing not to return back,
as a matter of choice.

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