Everyone is going towards a journey,
a journey of eternity,
sometimes walking,
sometimes laughing,
and sometimes crying,
but the journey goes on,
continuously.
It is a journey of time
which never stops for a while.
It is running as if never comes again,
though we are thinking
that the time will come back again,
but it never comes
just like the past.
We meet people,
and talk with them.
Sometime
we like them.
Sometime not,
but the journey goes on.
It never stops.
Only the Faces are changing,
thoughts are changing,
but still there is something
which never change,
which never change like the old wall,
where people are spiting,
and it looks like a fall,
a fall of eterrnity,
a fall of humanity.
But still the journey goes on,
still the journey goes on.
Look the birds are flying,
look the people are running,
but why are they running?
Why are they running?
I ask from myself again and again.
So I decided why not to ask?
Why not to ask the cause of running?
So I decided to ask a question from me
and then I ask, "Why are you running?"
He said because time is running,
I told him why not to stop the time?
Why not to stop the watch?
He smiles and said,
"It can never be done at all
because life is so small."
I told him again,
"why not to stop
and find the cause?"
He said this journey can never be stopped.
This journey can never be stopped.
Until it never comes to its Lord.
Until it never comes to its Lord.
But who knows if the journey goes on,
but who knows if the journey goes on.
a journey of eternity,
sometimes walking,
sometimes laughing,
and sometimes crying,
but the journey goes on,
continuously.
It is a journey of time
which never stops for a while.
It is running as if never comes again,
though we are thinking
that the time will come back again,
but it never comes
just like the past.
We meet people,
and talk with them.
Sometime
we like them.
Sometime not,
but the journey goes on.
It never stops.
Only the Faces are changing,
thoughts are changing,
but still there is something
which never change,
which never change like the old wall,
where people are spiting,
and it looks like a fall,
a fall of eterrnity,
a fall of humanity.
But still the journey goes on,
still the journey goes on.
Look the birds are flying,
look the people are running,
but why are they running?
Why are they running?
I ask from myself again and again.
So I decided why not to ask?
Why not to ask the cause of running?
So I decided to ask a question from me
and then I ask, "Why are you running?"
He said because time is running,
I told him why not to stop the time?
Why not to stop the watch?
He smiles and said,
"It can never be done at all
because life is so small."
I told him again,
"why not to stop
and find the cause?"
He said this journey can never be stopped.
This journey can never be stopped.
Until it never comes to its Lord.
Until it never comes to its Lord.
But who knows if the journey goes on,
but who knows if the journey goes on.
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