Unknown

There was a time when we waited for letters. When migrating to a different city was a huge affair and more often than not we knew nothing about the knew place. Yet we migrated, yet we let children go to places, yet we waited for letters even if it cost us money. We were in sync with unknown, but today…

filling blank sheets

with words sailing through veins

unknown was dreary

unknown was hope

no more can we live

at peace with unknown

the neon box in our hands 

killed the joy of knowing

the unknown…

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  1. Extremely Sad but utter truth’! Well said Vibha. It make wish if I could also give my childhood moments of living fearlessly with nature to my son too. Wish if he would also value that ring on common telephone of hostel to speak with me when I call…

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