| Muanpokhari, Shivapuri - Nov 15, 2019 |
I was stepping downstairs
Just like every other day
As you get tired from a long day
It might be from a rooftop place
It might be from your window
It might have been an amazing day
together
It might be a way downhill
The view you were seeing suddenly
gets your attention
You finally start feeling
This is it
It is as if all your past selves
were suddenly drawn to this moment
Watching this together
Quietly as you sit
a moment
tunes itself into a view
You watch the smoke mix with the
air
The forest growing sleepy with
the setting sun
Birds they fly slowly and you
follow them
all the way into the clouds
The sky suddenly turns into
colors
Your thoughts pull you out into
the city lights
You know how life is like back
You know how time is like back
You know as you open that door to
step in
You know as you take your shoes
off
As you allow yourself back into
your room
The morning starts into another
sunrise
The cycle of cycles
Your thoughts suddenly breaks
It is uneasy the feeling
You ask yourself, how is this
different?
How is this any different?
Is other day any different?
Deep down you know
Something is not same anymore
What if the sun sets were as real
as the sun rises?
As the view shakes you
You get back in your bike
The darkness falls in
You kick start the engine
As you go down stairs
Just like every other day
As you get tired from a long day
It might be from a rooftop place
It might be from your window
It might have been an amazing day
together
It might be a way downhill
Deep down you know
Something is not the same anymore
What if the sun sets were as real
as the sun rises?
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