Staring into the mirror,
the reflection returns the glare
with glassy eyes that fills no life.
The stranger standing in front
looks unfamiliar and weary,
utters a cry which resurrect a thousand thoughts
'Do I know you anymore?'

does everything changes with time? i guess in some way it does. roads wear out, rocks erode etc etc.

recently, many things happen. i want to continue believing there is pure goodness and untainted innocence left in people. call me naive. but i know, for now i can still indulge in it. for stepping into the society means offering yourself as a sacrifice to the merciless fangs of politics.

please, let me have the luxury of doing so.