Some mornings are strange
When I can remember my dreams
I rub my eyes just to be sure
to see, if you have left
after breaking my heart again
Lost in both realms
reality and fantasy
I lie in my bed
wondering
How you feel
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..::paa lee rah-e-gulistaan ,kyun manzil ki chaah nahi::..
You will know when you are there
CoLoRFuL ?
What Am I Doing?
..::the journey::..
Life is a journey. We keep walking through different times and places. We discover wonders and facts hidden from us. We search for fellow travelers who are ready to share our load and guide us through the maze. We too become guides to some and help them search their paths.
We leave marks on the way to remind us of the times gone by, places seen and things which could not be seen, heard, tasted but could only be felt.
These pages are the marks left by me. These are my Footsteps.
..::about me::..
- the walker
- Rediscovery.
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