Stories

Stories

I look at people,

I see stories,

reflections of differences,

of merry and pain..

I see the crowds,

in trams and subways,

see them walking,

on streets and lanes..

They are stories to me,

so many of them,

all living a part,

by similar means..

They share incidents,

some monotonous,

most unique,

with others’ stories..

You observe people,

in flesh and bones..

I feel stories,

with time and tales..

I see feelings,

i see happiness,

i see through eyes,

hearts and minds..

I see content,

desperation of being,

i see struggle,

for fate and love..

I see memories,

i see solitude..

I see each of you,

as a beautiful story..

As I am,

an unexplored story…!!!

Tanzila