Everyday there is someone new. There are few who walk out. Life takes one far and wide. Some are around for a very short while, others stick around a little longer. Eventually your journey is your own. In the end all that remains is a fading memory. Whether you remember is up to you. Did that random human, animal, forest, or moment leave an impression on you worth not forgetting... Through the years they came, At different junctures we met, Leaving behind small impressions, We are but passengers travelling together. Our pen friends, Our dear loved, Those unforgettable individuals, And the forgotten encounters. All passengers sharing a seat together, Boarding from platforms unknown, Only to alight at another, The journey is all that remains. Strangers with whom we shared a memory, The high and the lows, Our happiness and our sorrow, We are but passengers on a train. I know not the destination, Only that this is where I must be, I know not the people I...

Photo Credit: Barby Dalbosco In the cloudy haze of the evening, I see nature in its finest form, Molding itself one day at a time, A hidden sculpture, seldom seen Away from the ticking city life, I ask myself, would I be happy, Living in the hills, Among the clouds, With trees around, a simpler lifestyle I realise, though I enjoy the break, I yearn for the high pace, One filled with more than one needs, Dive into situations with just confidence Hungry to wage verbal wars, To quench my thirst of knowledge, To understand different opinions, Or simply to know my girth Thrust forward with everything I have, Against everything this world has to offer, Explore nomadically in varied avenues, To find my name in this rage we call world.