MiD NyT MiNuTeS

Deep down their lies, A fear, A fear of the unknown, A fear of the unpredictable… A fear, A fear of losing a dear one... A fear, A fear of not living up to the expectations, of the loved ones… A fear, A fear of confessing… A fear, A fear of getting misjudged… A fear, A fear of losing a relationship, to a misunderstanding… A fear, A fear of taking a bold decision… And as the life goes on, all these anxieties keep piling on, And then there, stems up a few moments, Moments when all we want to do, is to just cry it all out,   all alone… without any contemplations or apprehensions just cry it all out, and let all the pain and fear go off with the tears…

This dark night is imbibed with a strange stillness…  And I stand here, gazing at the lights far off.. Far off that I can’t reach Far off, that they all look alike,  Look alike, from the place where I stand... Be it the lights on a desolate highway Be it the lights in a crowded night club Be it the lights of a posh flat Be it the lights of a shantytown house Far off, that they all look alike, Look alike, from the place where I stand... But each having a different story to tell… A story that I don’t know, But a story that I can imagine … The story of a truck driver on a desolate highway, Moving on all alone in the dark night Just to have a morning… A morning that may start with a smile on his daughter’s face… The story of  a young man sitting all drunk, in the night club, trying to solace himself Of the betrayal he got… The story of  a deceived bride in a posh flat, With tears rolling down her eyes… The eyes...