You learn to walk on the left side of the pedestrian crossing, once a charred memory comes into play.
Embers of time whisking you by their side and again they lead to the incandescent dreams in the dark. Get up, walk and don’t look back.
Was it the world or was it you? Fought much? Smashed. Get up, walk and don’t look back.
Conversations laced with the truth of wine drops, frail but honest. Shared much? Now hollow. Get up, walk and don’t look back.
And you were here, but you were there, Deja vu much? Reality bites. Get up, walk and don’t look back.
Saline promises always made to revive, dehydrated much? Shrunken desires. Get up, walk and don’t look back.
Stumble again and one more time, remembered again in this lifetime? Keep that faith. Don’t look back in anger, I remembered you say.
soni agarwal 