[ western ghat , karnataka,( monSoon ) ]
memories are there , too , to keep every part of me alive to keep me going .
Good or bad it doesn't matter , because they both are a part of this being .
I fly alone and the sky in front of endless vast , but that only makes me stronger .
ll Radhey krishna ll
in this vast stretch of clouds,
Yes, we all fly like birds...
Towards horizon,
In search for survival...
This flight is Life!
And while flying, there is no search light upon our head,
Yet a bird can sense the direction, danger a friend!
Deep inside the Rainstorm,
While wings go utterly weak,
Sometimes i hear flapping of another wing in the distant...
And i think i know it's pattern...
Then i am not alone altogether!
Or may be it's just my mind playing tricks with me...
Or is there someone really out there?
It's hard to believe sometimes...
Am i gifted with a special antennae!
That makes me strong or weak-
Again that's a million dollar question
That kept pending for a long time now...
Dear Mukesh, Good Evening!
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