The Man in Red

The Man in Red

A thousands in that crowd, movements everywhere. With the speed of the train, faces would be unrecognizable

But through the ruck, with such speed of the train, my eyes darted on the man in red.

It was you.

Have I veered my head on the other side, have I blinked my eyes on a split second, it wouldn’t happen at all.

But it did. In that littlest bit of moment, it did.

That “one in a million possibility
and “strange things happen” moments really do exist.

It was so perfectly timed. You, being there at that certain moment
and my head veering at that certain moment.

It was so perfectly woven. You, standing right at that very spot and me, sitting at my very spot.

It was so perfectly put together. Who knew, it would be so perfect that I was led to believe in destiny and coincidences.

And right then, I uttered your name with a smile full of amazement for the perfection of it all. That littlest bit of that certain moment..

But perfection…
It doesn’t exist.


Things said


U wish ur life away
And later regret
The things u say
Words said in haste
Always leave the
Most bitter taste
And realise the
Things thats gone
To waste
Life moving so
Fast and going
Past before u
Know that day
Becomes ur last
Maybe not in
Your life
But the last
In a situation
A creation
Time with a friend
Burning bridges
That never mend
Regrets of a text
U chose to send
In a mood
Not realise the
Good to ruin
And explanations
Are never enough
To mend the damage
U alone have cause
And all because
U didn’t stop
Look with both eyes
And realise
The mistakes
And stop put
On the brakes
Take clear thought
And see what
It takes
To do the right
Not in the red
Mist sight…..

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