Sanjay Sasidharan

The branch ain't follow other branches, it set for it's own path, lived it's own life, wrote it's own story, And had it's own, flowers and leaves, to speak of, It was a journey on it's own, And now, all that remains is the splintered wood that faces different directions, carrying nothing on it, but perhaps a memory.

He passed through the street, where they walked holding hands, He felt the softness of her hand, her touches echoed on his fingers, He regret doing everything to hurt her. He know there is no going back, She doesn't want him now, though she is the only thing on his mind. He know he was stupid and naive to let her go. It shouldn't have ended. He wish he could tell her how much he need her, how much he miss her.

You'll lose sometimes. People will screw you over. You'll witness things that will change you forever. You'll stand there helpless. You'll lose friends that you thought would always be there. You'll hurt the one, who loved you the most. You'll blame yourself. You'll cry. You'll embarrass yourself. You'll remember 'you' and the awful things you did. You'll come to realise everyone has a past. You'll feel the need to change yourself. But then you'll find your very own moment where none of that matters. You'll be calm. You'll realise shit happens to those people who can handle it and that this is who you are, and no one would want to change you, neither you. That helps you realise what this so called life is about.