Smiles are nice. Only if they are real, surprising and touches your eyes. I found mine in days.. from an old bag, I found you. A Mirror – To tell me what I used to be. What I aspired to be. My dreams, my talks and a way for me inside me.
God chuckles ‘When you are happy, you will find good things happening’.
My favorite track playing nearby – Meri Chunar, by Falguni Pathak. 
haayee
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People are complex and funny. I can sit and laugh about them. I can just play around with one and other. The only true person I know is – MYSELF . It really doesn’t matter what I am doing is right/wrong because there is nothing called as right and wrong. It is very subjective and dilemna causing. Sad, yet true.
I wish morality disappear or new laws invent for it. Maybe that can ease me bit.
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The road looks like bagnio house
I look right, people hopping to chat with giggliest
And giggliest assess the heaviness of their pockets.
On the left, woman dressed like queen lures a boy in…
He knows it will be a rush for some time, yet falls to vices
I look straight, full of ditches and mud,
Who cares about the potholes in between – because eyes swaying to flying butterflies
And I am back in Office room,
It seems same but in a hidden way- Ugly yet flashy
The big guy always smiling and the talking TV giggles every time.
I look down and smile – Yes, I am still in the same house.
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P.S : Happy to found my blog – ‘my smile’. THE ever erupting volcano
