From other side of the grass..

The rain was never the reason for the halt, some memories were...

Someone called by the name, looked again... The moving trees, the dark sky, not any silver line...

It started long back, with an excitement to begin, and so many hopes within, for some miles to be walked and smiles to bring in.  A joy can be seen on the eyes of both, certainly the wish to live and the happiness to share. It was more a fairy tale, with emotion been high and motion crossing all limits. They met. They shared a dream and few promises for sure. It started then…

The world is never the way we see, we preach for happiness when we become lonely, we are as if fighting in a race to find, how many likes and how many comments. Rightly said once, we try to forget everything, thus came the “selfie” to show the bliss, and hide the moans.

The story can be stretched as long to be wished, where it was supposed to be two, while entered many. Smiles were there, but for whom was the question. People let in and then was the clout to dreams and hopes and so many feelings. The fight was then with ego of each, while trying to smile and killing the emotions within. Life is not always the way we desire to be, the roads carry the bumpers, the rose carry the thorns. Never knew how it pains. But somehow for sure the rain came in. Soaked the salt, and relived from the chock of the throat. They parted and life was like the way it was. It started then…

Met again for the last time for sure, though they never knew, how long it will be, or whether it will end. A phase to promise again and so they did. As if they just met to start knowing yet again. New hopes came in, perhaps where they could live the way they wished, certainly in the world they build on their dreams. Differences started diminishing and the passion poured in. They were happy. 

People came in, certainly like again, the faces were more, and the messages were lost in between. 

Ego or what, perhaps time can say, but while one said, it needed both the hands for the 'clap'. The sound nearly same, it was the 'slap' instead, to the promises that were made and by one hand for sure. It started then…

The rain started...