I was just talking to someone about this. How I have been very passive about all the people that have come into my life and sometime when I was, I wrote a few lines. Sometimes in life, I have done things in life that I felt I did cause maybe no one told me that it was supposed to be done in some other way. For long, too I thought that someone has to tell me or maybe I have to see it first, but in the long run I realised, some things comes only once and if I keep on with my practise of learning only after failing I am bent to loose out on loads ....

Memories like a wind chime ring

Sound the sweet call of my heart's hymn

Lonely roads and faded pictures colours my life again

When I look on to the faded canvas

In my shelf of my life

Packed and piled, stacked and dusted

There they neatly lay

But the fast paced time, never let me lay

My hands on you twice

I could though, take an off

From my daily route someday

Off the main road to the beach

Lay still in reminiscence

Ans let your magic sink into me again

As the dusk sun, colours the rich facade of the sky

Or maybe, I'd just walk to you again,

And say a, 'hi !'

And fall in love with you, all over again