Shadow or Reflection?

While walking the lane
When people were walking in opposite to me
Were just the directions different
Or the thoughts

While walking the lane
With the unknown but in the same direction
Were just the directions same
Or the goal as well

Not all walking with the same pace had halted at the candy stall
Not all stepping in sync had routed to the same building

The trees named under a single family had different beauty
The aroma
The colour
The shape
The ROOTS

Living one third of the years on the earth with individuality
With spices of experience
And chills of happiness

Don't know why we find it difficult
Rather are less confident of the fact
That two similar coins can be kept together
Just like the two different coins raising each others value together

Acceptance is sea ready to carry anything to the shore with its flow
Adjustment is bay being small ready to take the loud tides -of the moon gossiping to the sea

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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