WALK...

And i walk, and i walk.
down the memory lane.

where i meet strangers known.
and known strangers too.


the seasons change.
from spring to winter
and winter to spring.

but the boulevard's still unchanged
though changed still a lot.

some lessons learnt
some unlearned

some given
more taken

some needed,
some not at all.

so i feel,
but not him.

as i propose
so does he dispose,

and i conclude

thats why he's him
thats why i am me.

as i walk back the lane
i see a mirror

to whom i ask
is it with me or is it with you?