Saturday turned into Sunday

All night, we talked and talked into the grim day.

This was extreme and complete sway.

We were most rational in our thoughts, sorted out and accomplice to our hearts,

I am okay and shall be okay with where we head to,

There is no surety as well that where would we head to,

Quietly, we would walk the path,

Path will disappear.

No fear, let us widely steer the destiny in eyes.

Let us wine ,dine on ‘thought’ most nights as our yesterday night.



Published by: Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.

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