i am lost in the horizon, sometimes in the old town. but nothing stops me from wandering or pondering. armed with lens, back pack, a blurry but enchanting vision backed with passion. i cross borders, climb roofs to capture those moments, or just to feel captured by the moment.
todayS took everything from me, tomorrowS expected too much from me. yesterdayS refused to come back to me i winded my time machine i skipped to someday ... but someday is a dangerous day it never came. everything kept for someday too never came.
Education has made me a soldier of so many loosing battles and lost causes. Some times I wish one morning I wake up and forget there is global warming, racism, globalization and hunger deaths. It is the friendship developed here with students and teachers which has given me the courage to believe in the cause and not measure which side weighs more. These people at TISS has taught me, we all are a part of many battles, some won, some lost but the importance part is not to go down without a fight.
like the waves breaking at the shore my breaths and beats are breaking me to sore like the window panels after rains my eyes are mourning your absence it pains like my wait for the end of this tough track my soul is craving for you to come back like a hunt inside the tresuure chest my memoirs are searching our times best like the violets on the mountain box my will for you can break the rocks like the vibgyor in the skies arm you in life makes the same charm.
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