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StandardA walk un-SPOKEN
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The moment sunrays touches the twig, Mumbai begins the walk
As if just waiting for the nature’s whistle to command
A walk, walk with silent expression.
In a single capture, there role more than thousand stories, all not-expressed !
The “perfect routine” leaves no space for the private zone, except for the end of the package.
A new girl in the city walks down by herself, being the part of walk.
The real state of “aazaadiyan” felt for the first time ever.
A cold breeze by the Marine Drive leaving her to freeze…to the expressions of freedom
Freedom of thought, freedom of happiness !!
Looks to herself and walk, walks to a destination unspecified.
Unknown to the path, she walks.
Walks towards exploring the path !!
Keeping up her motto; no demands, no complaints.
Numb eyes define the grief of turning the emotional zone off !
Because strong girl has to narrate,
Narrate a book, covering the ok’s and goods of life.
The walk has just begun, the walk yet unspoken !!
The Eternal Love
StandardThe walk of life
StandardI walk because I have a way to go
It seems unrevealed to me
but, I walk..
A few miles down the road
I stand still, confused
Confused with my thoughts
like a trapped persuasion
but the world glance at me
bother, it doesn’t to me
And I stay..
Stay for self, not alone
but with the power to walk again
people support, deprave
and I fall..
Gathering all my strength
I face the sky
And follow the wings
because one thing I know
I have a long way to go
The wings will set me free,
landing on the world of dream
I will walk, walk from the scratch
Because I still have a way to go..





