“And I saw you. For one more time. Maybe, not for the last Clock time. I saw you, Picking up the old time Gathering the memories To be taken along To write new stories. Leaving behind History; and To ink the new diary with not so cryptic entry. Saw..... Getting lost in the miseries Caused by the distant friendship; Which in the coming years will be celebrated; As anniversaries…. Friendship that once knew no boundaries With only accomplished victories And secretly kept the pockets filled With the some hours of unreal smiles… And the eyes never lied The love that they hide Behind the wet eyes.” - Pushkin Channan
Driven by the means to communicate.....