May be it's the tear drops of mothers,or the love letters of lovers..
But somehow it crossed everything and pulled a dead out alive..
And the dead searching for the reason crashed on the waves,
Memories,paths,jumbled up first then straight..
As footsteps took him ahead..
Who he was,what he was,what was his name..
All of it was forgotten..
Life lied away,
Dreams lied in shambles..
As if drunk..
Long before even known,life had connected itself to countless..
Long before even waking up,somehow burdens pile up..
Yet,calm,unhurried footsteps seek something..
Acceptance?
Love?
Companionship?
Or trust?
How does life taste?
How does it feel?
To find a home somewhere?
Would life embrace?
Standing alone,in the moonless night,
Heart seeks..
