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.💜💜💜                                 

                                                                                                                           -खुशबू