A chance meeting

Living these moments by remembering the past ones

Are the favourite passtime adopted by me

Had there been years instead of ‘moments’

‘Sweetness’ instead of ‘bitternes’

‘Red roses’ blooming without ant ‘throns’

A chance meeting of few moments would have

Developed into “ ‘life long inseperatable bond of togetherness”

Changing destinations

          All travel the path of life

To reach the destinations named “death”

          Meeting travelers on the way

Forgetting many and remembering some,

          All know the truth,

Those moments are for few moments,

          Few hours, Few days

Few months of few years but not any furthur,

          Still many wish a particular ‘traveller’

To accompany them the rest of the path

          Knowing for certain this would never happen

Yet a hope and the wish

          Keeps their trust joyously alive

Only to find the traveller taking

           A completely different path from yours

At the crossroads

           Leaving you all alone and with no choice left

But to resume the ‘Journey’

            But now to a newer destination called ‘Sorrow’