Half an hour

This morning, after she left, when I was puffing same brand, I went through some sort of feelings that I usually experience. Yesterday I was trying to write about same thing but could not do.

People there were roaming here and there with their own sort of walks and styles. HUNKY FUNKY guys and CHINKY PINKY galz in the college uniforms fluttering with eachother, middles aged leisurely men in their group sitting on the ground and criticizing many of the official behaviours, household affairs to political issues,

You n Me - Psycho (5)

 

There are numerous stories of people bound within some sorts of circles of lifecycles which are yet to be unfolded. These people are found somewhere among the busy feet roaming here and there for nothing or everything moving on their own pace and style.

Am I a funnel?

I am stuck with the knowledge on my head going round and round that if I am turning to a funnel… FUNNEL??? Yes, funnel.

You n Me - Psycho (3)

I love to count the stars staring the blank sky
I love to hunt the shadow behind the moon

You n Me -Psycho (2)

You are on the summit and I’m still on the plain.
You have the world and I have a room.