In the fushian
Drop of waves...
In the corridor of kites...
Our ecstacy...
Now almost gone far far in pseudo way of life...


Can those days come back...in linear time scale...
So tried
Constructing a parallel beam of time and space...
Almost living in half dream and half imagination
Tried Concatenating
But, a hopelessness...and shear failure...
Natural sky stars and rotation and revolution wins ...
and time is waiting for none
N
Walking in reverse time...
Almost next to impossible...

Then a great mocking laugh on ownself

And pointers of thoughts...
Asigned a place of alienation
And beautiful loneliness

Walking alone...
Alone
Alone

Like a Mr. lonely...
Cheers!!!