On perennial search for happiness. Loves to read, write and code. Travels places, rides an RE and talks about startups, technology and life in general.
This is a selfish take on an important issue. I agree. But coming from a lazy guy who considers bathing a chore, this is serious.
All my life I lived in places, where there is ample supply of water. I never saw people conserving or budgeting their…
We were never meant to be,
Why go through the trouble at all.
We were never meant to love,
the heart break would too painful.
We were never meant to fly,
Go find yourself,
Among the stars the bright red stars just shiny ones, the twinkles, the white dwarfs and the Gaints.
On the plains, in the open roads, among the waterfalls and the steep hilly curves, in the deserts and highways.
Little things that the heart says,
The little things that the soul Yearns for,
The smiles, the cries, the heartbreaks and the land, the love.
In the shattered dreams, in the broken promises, we look for these little things.
I’m the only one here,
I don’t know where to go from here.
The roads are closed up,
and the canals dried up.
Nowhere to go now,
No one to say hi.
Every fight, every smile and every tear, I wish it was just you.
Every day and every night I roam aimlessly looking for you.
Neither the sun nor the moon could say it clear.