written at a m.c.donalds.

Old Times

Old Memories.

New Day

New beginning.

One smile

and a small gesture

One gentleman

and a night of pleasure.

(I have become a venting machine of late. Poetic sappy words does not come smoothly these days. I will not stop venting. As I won't stop living. A man threw stones on the water crying. They said "Stupid foolish man, what good will you get from throwing the stones on the water? You might hit a duck or kill it. Stupid foolish man". The man goes back home and goes to work and live his life. Some day he'll return to the lake and continue throwing stones. He has his own reasons. Throwing stones makes him feel good. He goes to work tomorrow and make thousands of profit for his company. He's not stupid nor foolish).