Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!

I wanted to be that,The one which was vast,The one which laughed,The one which surpassed,Yes, which also collapsed.True, it was abstract.I wanted to be that.I still, want to be that!

No one gets fridge magnets for the travel this summer, because this season we have gone too far.And for all the trips you make inwards,there are no souvenirs and no postcards.

We all seek that somewhere to which we belong and that somewhere is surely not here!

And what's beyond vastness? It shrinks...

The mirror it was and life it spelled,The road ahead, and the time past stepped,All gathered in one; one to all paired,My life is so different from all the world’s threads.My breaths are mine, my woes are too,If my life were put through you,You sure would unlikely pursue,It should be left for me to gather,I am its sculptor, mine would be the hammer.

Identity is not the face,Identity is not the trait,Neither is it the success pace,Nor is it the personality grace.Let alone it being your cliché phrase,Or did you think,It’s some religious faith?My child, it’s alarming that it’s none,It’s even not tongue,Then how can it be, what problems you have overcomeAnd the person you have become!

I will be me,when world aberrantlywill feel, my gravity!I will turn into my,when their shrill crywill stop asking why!(Poem:Because you so wanna meet me, Book: Ginger and Honey)