Walking Down The Boulevard

Lost in the crowd; and this noise is so loud,
nobody is known; reactions are so blown,
listening a song; ignoring the crowd,
walking down the boulevard.

The winters don't love. They had been shedding their cruelty since past. True Story. Nothing is defined in this unreal world, yet few definitions  are repeated in different forms. The winter is yet to come, fear is conquering mind with few real shakes of life which are already jolting deep in the heart. The epicenter is inside. Its not going to snow, as it never did. Evening wind is cool yet not felt so deeply as it used to. A thrash of time killing the spark inside. The innocence is being frozen with dried tears, where to tilt, where to move, take a turn or go straight, don't know! Just walking down the boulevard, a person helping an old lady cross the road, a vendor shouting for bargain, a smell of cheap perfume, a girl shopping, a child crying, drain overflowing, overloaded bus, a dark night ahead but before this, all quite... Yet something is missing. Writing this all is meaningless, you can't make up a story from it. It can just be felt. Winter is coming. 

Yeah! The same winter cheated me. Don't you think the history gets repeated. Yes it is repeated. Not in the same way but it knocks again. As the history of happiness, so the history of sadness. 

Paper works are done! you can't see them, you can't change them, you just have to live it. Accept it.
Acceptance has always been deep rooted and when uprooted, they hurt the feeling holding it. Shouldn't have read it if you think this all is so negative. I don't take any liability of happiness, as nothing is mine. It is just coming...

"Mera Mujhmein Kutch Nahi... Jo Kutch Hai So Tera, Tera Tujhko Saup De Kya Laage Hai Mera"

Walking down the boulevard! 

Facing all this, is so hard... yet I would say:

DON'T STOP BELEVIN' HOLD ON TO THAT FEEELINGGG.... It goes on and on and on and on...