If open books suddenly close,
So the fears I've written can never escape
And the creases in my mind where you marked your place
Once again become whole,
I'll fold what remains
And carry it in my pocket;
I've never met someone who could turn a page so lovingly
As you.

I turn to say hello to you,
and you to away,

I turn to say hello to them,
they look the other way,

I try to say something, to anyone,
as everyone has gone away,

Look where you go...The man said,
Look where you go...Life screamed.

Have I realised it late, to turn it around!

My books lay on the path, where
I found the man saying...Look where you go.

Have I realised it late, to avoid a run-in!

I did run into him again, but
this time, I knew him and he knew me

He was my acquaintance

He always said he hated how people always left, yet now in retrospect, he was the one who turned his heel and shut the door on his way out but left the window open to carry in the chilling draft of lonliness.

(ps-He always said he wanted to be like the people I always wrote about. Funny how his wish came true.)

If not now, then wait for a while
Wait for sometime
If not in present, then probably somewhere around in future
Wait for a while since something will happen when the tide will take a turn.

Between yesterday, today and tomorrow
Between priorities and need of hour
Between what you know and all that you want
Between experience and expertise
Definitely you have got something of your own and still life demands more
Strange are the ways of life, but then that’s what is life.

Moment by moment each moment passes by
Over a period of time life moves from present day into the next day as life continues.
It’s between need and demand
Between desire and want
Something you have got and something more that you want
All that goes on in mind and also in life is reading between the lines
It’s all about waiting for the right moment of time and then seeking the much needed breakthrough.
That’s how everything works in life
That’s how life moves from one event to next
From one incident towards another and so on.

Strange is life
Strange are the ways of life, but then that's what an individual calls it as his life.

Sit and wait for me
So that this time
You will  know
How long forever feels.

How I wish I could rewind time
I would give every dime,

Go back to the days of bliss
Sealed with true love's kiss

But it wasn't true
Just affection out of the blue

Like a storm it comes and goes
And leaves with great tremendous loss

You are the storm      
From my tears you took its form

I am the ground
And in your gentle touch of rain I was found