Friends ask me
how I am doing
without you.
I smile and say:
I don’t think much
these days. They
should have known
me better, perhaps,
not known at all.
Then, we will be
called strangers.
Strangers who met,
passed, and stayed
frozen in each other.
Strangers with strange
passions and aspirations.
Strangers with anger and
prayers. Strangers with
craze and drive. Strangers
who met possibly
rather delicately, to make
impossible- possible.
Compassion takes birth
when we clash with our
contrasting diverging
ideologies. Thus, I don’t
mind our fights. Just
randomly love
and forget.
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
