Very unknown people..

What once was a intimate relation means nothing to me right now..

I sometimes get surprised on my own vividness on realizing that some people just came over to my life to just put a sign and then later as time passed away as their sign with the fountain nibs washed off by the ink marks and the impressions stay by till it too get corroded by the moments of unshaken realities to follow.

Every person is so very special but yet seizes to remain special. So, one who is very vulnerable and valuable today, changes to someone who is totally unknown and becomes like a used tissue tomorrow (not because of grudge) but life makes its scoops wisely you like it or not..

if only they could speak...

If some tears could speak a few words,
Sure would they tell the world,
How it was deeper within for one
When laughing for the world..

Beautiful and meaningless when it spills,
Permission less and complaint less
Adhering to the tides up and down within..
And later being wiped in a soft muslin unnoticed..

Running away from dear of the questions they fear,
Not even able flow freely, but for in a shower..
Suppressing mostly all that’s felt, continues living dead the one
Never openly able to Laugh
Never openly able to Cry……