Meeting you amid Roll numbers

Never ending roads
Open sky
Fenced with tall and green woods
Some embracing the chills of the morning
Some in snickers heading home
And a few roaming in their world with their playlist
And then there you stand
Hidden by your thoughts
Hidden amidst your fan club
It was not late
It was just that this time ,
Time had skipped few , few hours
To make someone realise that she was late
But by the watch on your wrist
The crowd around us were searching a future
And a few even making families ,
But of different DNA's
She loved listening fairytales
She loved being part of some fairytales
But she was late to realize that her own had started.
The smile lost in technical gossip, had did it.
The fingers brushing the hair of the dancing thoughts, had did it.
"Everything is meant for a reason"
"Each Person crossing your path has a place in your life"
Philosophy did no good , rather then creating a fuss.
The clock tricking 8:33 AM today
Did it's job of taking her to the day.
The day when she had found a classmate between strange roll numbers.

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Drifting thoughts of 5AM...

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Stay - For things to be right

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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