People - places -stories- all that matters

how typical of us !! we are desperate to walk a new street everyday

We hungry for stories that fascinates us all the way

And it is still people who are left in the oblivion, far behind the curtains

For we are hell bent and certain

To take people for granted, 

Hold hard enough on the things we wanted

While it should be the other way around. Isn't it?

You know, it is people who whisper soul in stories. Else they are nothing but specks of dust. It is people who create a masterpiece out of the dust, turn greasy clay into a gorgeous bust.

It's people that make places feel home

make you forget you are stranger to the land

And you feel free to roam 

These streets greet you like they have known you for long

They recognize you as a companion of one of their own

There I said it. It's people. 

You know, people are lonely even in the most serene hills

In the warmth of the dunes, feel the cold sighs if you will

And in the crowd, alienated, dismantled by their own conflicts and emotional drill

Hence, my love !! It is a fresh gust of breeze

To see how you prioritized these with ease

So let me raise a toast to the light you have shown

Repelling the moths of chaos, allowing all the order you can own

Acknowledging how much you have grown

To the girl I once knew

To the woman I have known!!