Walking through the lanes of serendipity, Stuck in between the agony of love and life, And just like that passenger on a train, whose destination is a place but not the train. Who could come rest his shoulder on the windows wondering about the planes I chose myself. Stuck in between, The days where I can live, Or the nights where I can dream, And yes, I found those sunsets, Where I wrote those letters. Which rests on my desk. Untouched for months, gazing at me, requesting me to send them. I chose sunsets. Stuck in between, The mountains that were my strength, Or the oceans which made my serenity. I chose valleys. Now thinking of the conjectures, Somewhere down the lane proved untrue.๐๐๐ -เคुเคถเคฌू