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Amidst millions of choices, you extend to a hand that holds you that gives you the best affection. You made a choice in a couple of meetings. You become inseparable. Thinking both of you can go ahead forever together not because you don’t have a choice, but thinking man/ woman is right. Regardless of the past or even the present, you set a journey for the future. But one fine day you understand you are attached to the hand, not for the future but the present. You feel while aiming for the future, you are losing your precious present. You can feel some abnormality in the hand that hugged you and has been held to suffocate you. You are into pressure to preserve yourself in the present. Then, you realize only you can preserve or protect you. You no longer exist in life to be in pressure to uncover yourself for only scars thinking what people will think. You realize to go and outgrow from all the restrictions. Some say fate played when the hand was laid. You bared but one fine day you d...

Beyond the boundary of a hostile thought Wish to win the sanguine heart The recollection of a callous mind keeps away from the dream, like an insomnia Sleepless soul searches sanity I am here at my sojourn Believing I belong to heaven Living without a passion Painting plain paradigm of pain Pain is private Plan to push the pain away goes futile The boundary is just a base to know how far you can go