atop the roofs
the sun shone and the wind blew
the people looked.
the camera ridiculed.
the person who self egoed.
the kids who trottered.
the lady who seemed to stare.
werent they all worthy of a memory?
nothing compared to the one in blue and grey.
a glutton's work. eating away a slice of oreo cheesecake.
how i wonder why people do not love to eat? love the tastes and flavour?
the little paperbook which one gave little thought about.
like the balloons flying into the sky. a passing moment for that instant.
how unlikely it seemed back then. the reaction to come later.
the trains were jinxed. but always know that jinxed as a word never blamed anybody.
the karma was returned. and may all be blessed. the lady who got the seat i thank.
the night creeps in.
the littlepaperbook.
if only anyone knew its significance? its impact?
the tears of a new age? treasured memories? caring thoughts?
so important. important.
clutching close to the heart.
tears and laughter could merge as one.
success as mentioned. as planned.
such a congratulation.
as the new 18th age comes along.
i will never forget. that even in this world of grey. surreal dreams may exist for us.
afterall. touched is not adequate to represent.
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