Continuing again, the sixth part of the poem (excerpt from one of my longer poems) -  

VI

Now, let’s try to snatch leaves from those days

To create a convincing world, but

Some stories should be left sweetly vague

Let’s accept scratches 

On those doors of acceptance

Let’s dream of places 

Let’s dream of people

We know emotions speak just one language 

And that is understood by all

However anachronistic we may be

But why should we believe that everyone we know 

Should be friends with everyone else we know 

After years of being continuously in transit

Weather-beaten 

Straddling the game for a long time 

Stretching all possible avenues

Defying it to the breaking point 

The truth is clear 

Life is so short that the future is irrelevant

Nothing ever turns out the way we plan it

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)