Shadows of the time.
I don't know if this will ever be.
I don't know if this will ever come.
I don't know if this will be as it was before.
You can do things and be okay,
And don't do things and still be okay.
The most mundane of'em can be as exciting at times, and the same can be exhausting too.
May be it's all in your head,
Or may be not.
Who is going to ask you anyway?
If you are on the top floor of a 50-storey building,
Or on the top of a mountain,
By the beach,
Or for that fact,
On the terrace of the same old home that you grew up,
If the sunset excites you each day,
Makes you believe that endings are indeed beautiful,
If you can admire the enormous silence that it creates, and be in it,
Makes you find peace each day a little bit more,
Makes you resonate with whatever you believe in,
And creates hope for the next day out there,
You are very much alive,
You are infinite,
And you can still make that difference.
Sometimes in those most-planned approaches that you create, you often tend to forget
the meaning of what you chase.
It is in those most-haphazard of the ways,
you often tend to find a routine.
And it is a loop you can't break. The plan is to just be in it, no matter what.
Hope you never forget the meaning of what you chase and never shun to try out new routines.