That is not howl,my heart!!
Only a voice of bewaring to avoid;
That train is coming to take you at ur site; n trying to avoid u become a paranoid.
Life is like a train;
Two strangers are travelling from three years.
But still now they are one stranger’s pair.
Perhaps they do conversion;
But having different destination.
Sometimes one is desappeared;
Made other so much depressed.
Why they feel as they lost something;
Only a hint through eyes is everything.?
What is dis relation;
N what is its definition?
Let anyone tell me;
N define dis theory to me.
My heart says- nobody is closest one;
But stranger named is special one.
Without selfless but silenty sharing;
Each other’s distrubance n consoling.
This is more for living life alone with silence;
A vulnerable gift for safe true love in heart with patience.
This is, yeah, a red n green signal of train;
To be remain as we wish in our brain.
Written by aruna sharma.