The white paper is staring at me.
And I am staring blankly out of the window
Pen is yearning for the grip of my fingers
And my soul is waiting to write

Emotions are waiting to be deciphered into words
Heart is ready to think
The mind is ready to feel what the heart has to say and
I am ready to feel astounded about what I will write from deep down of me

All I need is to 'start'
Start writing
Start to make those 26 alphabets come alive to life
Start to let out what has been buried inside of me
Start to tell a new tale of my same old soul

I wonder what would happen if I die
Of course, my family would weep at my final goodbye
But would you reminisce our memories and just cry?

I think I would be lost like a candle during the noon
Like a little star between miriads of twinkling stars and moon
And just like a drop of water in the huge ocean

Just like a grown up man forgets his childish smile
And like the birthdates of our loved ones after some years while
I would be forgotten from your momories just like that

But there is a ray of hope that you would miss me
Like the desert misses the rain
Like a lost traveller misses his home
Like a child during his sleepless nights misses his beloved mom

But hey, one thing is sure that
I would miss you even in this life
And I would miss you if there is life beyond my demise

In my family's love
In those wonderful memories with my friends
In the little fights with my brother
In those prayers and wishes for my loved ones

In those travels and journeys of life
In those cinema halls and restaurants
In between my beautiful village and this city of chaos
In between life's hectic schedule

Somewhere in between these,
I found myself.