The 4th Seat

Like a beautiful adjustment and that feeling of giving,
You move aside when conscience pricks,
Not just that you haven’t been treated well,
But again a little bit of breathing..
Some unwanted pushes, a stack full of surprises,
May it be dreams, may it be reality kisses,
Relating to the pain you can, yes,
To be there for a stranger, to be left alone again..
Make at least one person believe, they ain’t not needed,
Spread one smile or handshake,
Swipe the blur out of their eyes, blow some sparkles,
Let them walk towards their home with a decade..
Destination, Journey, People, Nature await,
Again that early morning makes you sway,
Land up in your cozy chair to console,
Yourself is important, You is what you made..

4 Comments, RSS

  1. Shriti January 23, 2014 @ 8:37 am

    It's so beautiful. Every single word of it is amazing.

  2. Shrruti Vajpayee January 23, 2014 @ 9:40 am

    very beautifully written Ashu! 🙂

  3. → A January 24, 2014 @ 11:07 am

    Beautiful. 🙂

  4. Aditi February 25, 2014 @ 8:39 am

    Somehow reminds me of the daily grind. The 4th seat? of a train or a bus mebbe? Beautifully described.

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