Looking at the sunny sky.. I never noticed the storms coming by... I could not run I could not hide...I have to face it, there is not much Time.. No matter how much i try i could never stop them from passing by... The storms will come and the storms will go.. It will never be the same storm long time ago... Facing them is gonna be difficult.. Nothing will happen is Hypothetical...
I want to scream , I want to shout... everyone would hear but not the infinite One... I t feels like this is my battle i have to fight on my own.. afterall "God Helps Those Who Help Them Own".. I am all mixed up what to do.. should i be another storm or should i be an infinite calm..
In this battle of past -present- future cannot judge whats more better... Sometimes past feels like a burnt paper.. sometimes feels like a crack on glass beaker.. I know i have to fight, stronger the storm .. higher the head held high., With a hope and belief i move ahead.. The storm will pass by.. There will be Sun in my beautiful sky...
-Prajakta Pitale
Nice! Hope the storm soon passes by.. :)
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