It’s Friday again.
A week of life is just finished.
Life is getting close to its end.
Seems like yesterday was the day
That I have landed on this earth.
But half of my life has already been a past.
Seeing kids playing in the park reminds own childhood.
Lots of Friday’s gone and lots are left to come.
Little by little Fridays will come and go
Reminding me of the day I will leave everything,
No Fridays will make a difference….
Then I will never say it’s Friday again.


These are just a way to pass my time. may be a poem or any thing.....

My life just like this

"Everything unique
Every more Unique
When i was with you
Would i Think after You
I miss you
I want to love You
When Ever
Forever
&
Ever.