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 ...

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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