Sometimes be in love and tell nobody, 

even the person you are banging your head for. 

There was a poetry book which I didn’t have the permission to get into, 

but I read it anyway hiding from my parents…in desire of a rain.

I was twelve and to take those illusive words was one of the best decision I ever made. 

Every evolutions of a fading sunset actually happen within a person. 

Though I don’t believe in the fact that we always leave this place alone and defeated, 

but yes the isolations in between those radiating affairs…

I have always admired those. 

Ascend the Himalaya and tell no one, 

just be there with playing solidarity and echoing magnificence. 

Sometimes you need not to have a car… sometimes just be the car.

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