Ramblings 1

I have been buzzing with questions

So silent and so Impatient

So loud and so volatile

I have yet much to decide

The paths that set me free

And the holes to the void

After all we will die

Leave immortality behind

And the dreams you dreamt

Time sweeps them aside..

Strangers on a Street

very often two glances meet

In a crowded street

Puzzled, smiling, expressionless sometimes

In such fashions , each other, they greet

New strangers,new faces every moment 

And the glances repeat
Few eyes meet

in these ephemeral glances

Strangers come together

In these subtle chances

Life gathers in tiny traces

Reflected in two eyes

Upon backdrop of faces
The stage is set

Characters come and go

Some move along

Few break the flow

Destinies unfold while humans conceit

With planned coincidences

Do Strangers meet.