The terrace,
And the open sky
Offering an escape
From the urban jungle.

There we sat,
And spoke
Of many things.
Which,
now floods my mind

In that  glorious past,
Which was then a boring present,
We talked about uncertain future.

Days passed,
Into the future we ventured,
On different paths
With a resolve to meet
When time is ripe

Hope and Sadness are evil twins,
Born out of the same egg.
Men undertake endeavours ,
Accompanied by the elder twin, Hope
Guiding men to explore more,
Seek more and sweat more.

Time pass by unnoticed,
And the burden of past starts hurting man's will.
To the blurry eyes goals become chimeral.
Disappearing hope leaves big scars,
To be filled by the younger twin, Sadness.