Aps- The Muddled Utopian

When you set your feet on unknown roads, when you believe in mirages, You discover some footprints hidden under the dried leaves and wonder! Who would have wandered here before you? What did they talk about? What deeds they do? It all lingers on in the air, it's for you to smell it's for you to encode and for you to decode! Those mountains will make you realize what a tiny spec you are in the playground of the universe... Those clouds will play hide and seek with you along with the sunrays... The twigs and trees will become your mates in crime  And those shores lines will help you paint your own map... Travel is not when you travel to different places or countries, travel is when you discover something new in the littlest of things and when you explore the new in the old... It may be stepping foot in a new country, or it may be just turning a stone upside down, as long as you unfold a new hue of nature, have a beautiful conversation ...

I see her shivering in the empty corner, Is it the cold or lack of warmth in her I wonder !! People said she always walks with droopy shoulders, her spine is curved may be.. or may be she is carrying a bag of broken dreams I wonder !! She has lost her memory, society calls her mad.. I wonder, what if she doesn't have anything worth remembering !! She lacks maturity, behaves like a kid who never grew up "THEY SAY", I wonder, what if she doesn't know how to fake it !! Neighbors say she once used to rattle like a chatterbox, now not a word she utters, she is depressed they say.. I wonder, what if she doesn't find them worth taking to anymore !! They say her eyes are all dried, she never cries, I wonder, what if she doesn't have anything worth crying for !! Tears have value only if there is someone to wipe them, else they are just water droplets rolling from eyes.. Hugs are only worth the love someone has for you, Words only hold value of t...