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My Erroneous Zone!

"A summer afternoon, walking down the lane, i blindly fell into a pit to the right of the lane which somehow i didn't notice. The very second day, I was again walking on the same lane, this time i knew there is a pit to my right but i choose to ignore and fell into it again. Third day, on the same lane, pit to my right, saw it,and willingly jumped into it. Fourth day, the very same lane, the very same pit, the very same me, i saw it, i walked around it and jumped into it. Fifth day, I WALKED THROUGH A DIFFERENT LANE!!!" And all these four former lanes have proved to be my ERRONEOUS ZONE,,, still trying to walk a NEW STREET!

The above situation may feel like nonsense but once you look at it right, it will make sense. The people who are close to us, like a rushing wind, they breathe within us.And in no time they become so important that we instead of connecting to them land up being attached. Being attached and being connected are two different things. The idea behind every successful bond is and has always been "Connected to all, Attached to none." Being able to CONNECT somehow means understanding the other soul without expectations,its unconditional and being ATTACHED is putting the other on test time and again with a burden of expectations. This has always been my Error.  


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The time thus stopped, still
Between then and the now,
Then was forever beautiful
Now is undulating but infernal.

Forever is hence a myth,
Tied between the bygone
And the moments yet to come
Stuck, unmoving and dead.

The rise of an era, indeed
Was not a beginning either,
It was called upon by turmoil
And the sacrifices of all.

Them all, gave up all they could
Left behind what they had,
They managed to flee, evacuate
But couldn't untie the chain.

The chain that was tied
So fast around their souls,
Choked, breathless, unmoved.
They cried, longed, lamented.

The emotions they were bound to
Took a toll on them once again,
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Them, all, remained the same!


A little boy sitting alone
I saw him from distant far
He was almost on my own
I wondered who left him distant far?
He was crying I could make out
Wiping his tears he walked straight
In the middle of the road, I wanted to shout
Lost and weird on the way that was laid.
Hey stop! I shouted thrice
'Don't walk in the middle of the road'
I was chanting the sane advice
He ignored and walked as if releasing some load...
I ran and reached him somehow
I finally brought him to the stopping mode
I looked in his eyes and I saw pain
I could sense as his soul began to corrode
He was a little boy and I hope he is fine
He was a little boy I wish I could understand
He was a little boy and he is somewhere
He was a little boy on the distant land!