As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,
In a peaceful marina, for a role-play
Together with the gigantic ocean,
Cunningly looking at me;
The cluttered waves ponder their feelings
That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.
A subtle confession reckoned my ears,
And afterward, a soul,
I’ve which has an ideal contrast
Of the other phase of my life;
The one I have yet to find extinct.
“Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.”
– Dejan Stojanovic—
Rahul Ashok (@rahul_ashok_) March 13, 2014
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