The Best is still yet to come...

if there is one, thing i want to be

i would not like to be a shoe

though i love to travel the world

though i like new things, places, life to explore

nevertheless, i would not like to be a shoe 

i don’t liked the sense of being drag with no route

and a Shoe needs a pair

its no use to be alone, no use to be lonely

it travels always with a pair and roam the world like its own

going north, south, east, or  west

a shoes does not rest

nevertheless, i would not like to be a shoe

like life i would not suit with a pair

i would not live with  a pair

but i would be a shoe if you walk me through 

i would be a shoe, if i fit in with you

if you wear me everyday, even drag me to sea

but don’t hang me around nor put me to a box

wear me but don’t tear 

it started with one smile, one look, one word

it started while riding a jeep going to somewhere in between worlds

but not far away, no! not too far away, just far enough that i could see her smile

then i started to talk, reaching out and making laughter’s in bizarre and simplest ways i know, and then she smile

then we become inseparables, untouchables

that everyone knew there was something new, yet so old

something that, we could not figure out

then everything falls apart, and falls just enough, that it fills in empty spaces

crossing words that just out of context, somewhat irrelevant 

something out of proportion, something logic can’t explain