when i played your song
and a chord was struck within me
it seemed like i strung on my heartstrings
my fingers smelled of blood
my guitar is my heart
and out flowed
the intensity and rust
of our forgotten past

And I stood there
Surprised, at what he had just said.
He had failed to remember...
The Promise of fulfilling other promises.

Feelings are strange.
As I explore deep in this world.
I face difference at every step.
Every feeling.. every thought, newly mould and presented.
Every experience unique to it's own kind.
Every person serving a platter of the unknown.
Every place a mix of queer memories and feelings.
Oh these feelings.. like a vast sea of inumerous drops.
Equal yet different.. each one significant.. each one needed.
No you don't see them, no you can't touch them.
No they do not exist.
Yet they make a man.
Change the world with just one swift wave of them.
One feeling, million human minds.
Yet decisions are never the same.
They surround you, they touch you, they go away soon, but leave their mark on your lives.
They make you take different routes.
They make you change your lives.