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Walking down the lane..

Walking down the lane Lost in the thoughts Resuming and comforting her heart From the moments that songs were bring on She heard a name that echoed deeply inside She unplugged the songs To ensure if the heart whispered the name or the crowd! It was the crowd. She was smiling a bit for her recovery, but still she couldn't change the song. Never did she could ! How can someone change to run from situations? How can someone change to heal oneself? Changes in you ,Hurt ! Because you ultimately love the real you. Update and change -are opposites . Being strong and looking strong hold two different definitions. She just couldn't turn her Sufi playlist to hip hop or Rock; Because she ultimately was composed of deep words. Not meant to enjoyed but meant be felt. walking down the lane again she wore the smile which her heart gave ...

Privacy!

Privacy doesn't come with locked rooms Hidden notes behind zig zag patterns Privacy is heart full of feelings Of which world is clueless It doesn't come when you, Whisper 'please don't let it out'. Anything beyond you is no more a secret. The tongue ll do its job excusing you, 'sorry slip of tongue'. Privacy wasn't lying to MAA It was just saying a bit for her to be satisfied, With your safety. Privacy wasn't turning a deaf ear to Dad. It was just keeping yours and listening his. Privacy wasn't hiding the notification. It was just never letting it to pop-up out of the heart.

3 Hours

Hurry babes it's getting late . The mind keeps on knocking. This is right , mail sent!. And only one more task in your stack. But then again the mind alarms; Dear it's just 30 mins to 4:00 Knocking down the work , taking a deep breath you run. But then that evening takes you miles away . The breeze is much more -a touch, at that moment. The word echoing inside the ear, Suddenly mean everything. Beyond than just a song! The girl besides you is in a more hurry. The man is fixed into his work still, Although outside the four walls of timelines. The driver is trying to head-out in the traffic. And you seated here but planning for, Exactly a moment that is hours beyond from now And suddenly that jerk puts you down back into the car. And the mind knocks again -baby its 5:00 . Terrified my the thought when will the bus arrival? and that very second nothing matters neither present nor past. All that matters is ll the bus arrive at earliest and if not then? An...