Road to lost moment...

I am out. Out on the road.
I am going somewhere.
I look at the things. Things those are passing me. or vice versa.
It's just matter of way you're looking at it.
Things.
Beautiful things.
Strange things.
Ironic things.
Simple things.
Simple things sometimes make most beautiful sight.
All these things amaze me.
It's more than that.
I feel different.
The moment I see all these things, there emerges a new memory in my nerves.
And it's You.
Then I can't breathe anymore. Everything stops.
Then You start to feel these vibrating moments with me.
With my eyes. With my nose. With my skin. With my ears. With all my senses.
And I get my third eye.
You are my third eye.


I see a boy with school bag. Sitting on a bench.
He may not be waiting for school bus.
Rather he is not.
Because this is a very small village I am passing by. Here doesn't come a school bus.
But he seems just like "Forest Gump".
Boy sitting on a bench forever. Waiting for something forever.


Everything changes in just few kilometers.
Outfits. Languages. Lifestyles.
But they laugh same.
They bargain same.
They look at me in same strange way.


You are curious about everything.
Your eyes are full of that cheering curiosity.
I remember those eyes when look at these things.


Don't jump on the conclusions that I miss you.
I don't much in these days.
I am turning inside.
Inside, everything looks strange. New. Frightening. Lonely.
I'm getting used to it.
There is whole other world without you.
It's big.
And when I get lost in it, something happens.
Outside things look like photo prints. Not much alive. But attractive.
They give you news of beauty, anger, selfishness, hunger, wealth.etc.
But they don't seem to reach to me.


Though I am out on the road, there are so many roads those are not out of me.
I am bound to these roads.
Roads I don't know anything about........