I am overwhelmed by some unexpected joys of life. I never really wished for them, but probably they were my destiny. I never ever expected them to unfold at this point in my life. Well, I dedicate these simple joys of life and the following poem to one of my angels. I know my angel will stand up once again. I always believe that when bad things happen to good people, they become better people! And hence, i expect that my angel has become better... Though written about some very special hearts and their remarkably sweet gestures, this one's for you, dear angel ...
Crossing Roads
We cross roads with people,
Shake hands and bid bye bye to march on.
That's how the journey unfolds,
We cross people and they cross us too ...
Though unsaid, there's more to this melancholy,
For some people don't just cross roads,
In fact, they never do cross roads to march ahead,
They keep the unsaid promise of being with you ...
Sometimes, they lead you;
And at times, they follow you;
While most of the times, they are besides;
Visibly or invisibly, the idea is to be around you ...
Without really spying,
They know everything and even beyond ...
They say just the right words, every time
And do just the right things, always ...
The many people who cross roads,
Are mere distractions of life,
And the precious few who uncross the melancholy,
Are the inspirations of life ...
Our inspirations exchange not just smiles,
But beautifully 'stupid' memories too !
They mayn't help unscramble these crossing roads,
But they sit besides just to cry when we shed a tear or two ...
Celebrating these inspirations,
And appreciating the unappreciated;
That's all I got to do, at the end of this journey,
P.S. - I Love You all till the eternity ...
Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...
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