They both standing together at the sea shore but both were not with each other. Profoundly ignoring the view that they kept admiring for a long time. She beautiful the setting sun as kissing the horizon like saying gonna miss the earth till the eternity and can't stay away till the dawn. That twelve hours seems like twelve years to sun but some certain things are not in our control.
"do you believe in astrology?" She asked
"Hmm " I replied
" What hmm either say yes or no"
" I am not sure , maybe I believe, Maybe I don't "
I cleared my opinion and started looking in the vast emptiness before me.
"That's always your problem, confused and never give any candid answers, okay, let it be"
A siren silence , enough to feel each other's heart throb but both were successfully ignoring
"It's Said, everything is already written"
I heard and said , " if it is , there is no use of this discussion" and I walked away with my thoughts :
गर सच है,
कि सब लिखा है पहले से ही लकीरों में,
तो झगड़ा काहे का।
गर सच है,
कि सब तय है पहले से ही,
हमारा गुस्सा एक-दूसरे पर ,
निरर्थक है,
आरोप प्रत्यारोप बेबुनियाद है।
फिर क्यों दूरीयो कि खाई पैदा करे।
गर सच में सत्य है,
तो आओ साथ में,
आगे बढ़े और बेहतर कल बुने।
पर हकीकत कुछ और है।
While thinking about all these I reached my little abode and escaped the world behind under my slumber.
Who knows,
what is true?
What is false?
Or
What is reality or myth?
That's why it is said,
Man Proposes; God Disposes
(Only God knows)
Sobbing and crying that no one can hear.