i can see distant town where i was born, i can see friends smiling through my heart. Dust and long sundays and feel the sweetness of excuses for not working on mondays. Those seculded yet beautiful places & I can still taste the smell of beer enjoyed there.
I can feel the rythem of motorbike and long roads ahead with no destination. I can still feel the company of all those friends figuring out what to do in life. A lamp post under where long distant planning was made. A perfect meeting point where everybody comes out with big smile on face and blurred image in eyes. I can still feel the pain of broken heart, perfect long lonely nights. I can still feel deep summer evenings.
I can feel the rythem of motorbike and long roads ahead with no destination. I can still feel the company of all those friends figuring out what to do in life. A lamp post under where long distant planning was made. A perfect meeting point where everybody comes out with big smile on face and blurred image in eyes. I can still feel the pain of broken heart, perfect long lonely nights. I can still feel deep summer evenings.
I'm still figuring out what went wrong and its going to be a long walk home ....... 
4 comments:
bai tusi likhia ehh??...bht vadhia likhia ....seroulsy.
kya baat aa veere... bahut wadia likhia... nice.. keep writing...
bt u r at the verge of reachin home bcz u gt d hidden meaning of lyf... whch is hard 2 find bt harder 2 get bt bt bt hardest to imply it in lyf..
no more long distance 4 yew.. jus move few steps ahead n yew vl b in ur heavenly home...
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