...when..

when the thoughts or the thinking processes sometimes tend to go wild,
then the moments emerge to be own and with own individuality.. and be of substance with earned pride,

sometimes when the litmus test that emerge.. in tries to pave certain ways,
towards people of calibers.. and some stop a few.. but why.. may be miserly are their plays,

that are foul.. coz its the earned money of some self possessed brave,
but not.. some always said.. mine.. meri hai.. meri hai.. par kaisey.. but maybe in rave,

or in angers..in outbursts.. in jealousies... well in sum.. trying to be unjust brutal, 
the time to be own and with own individuality.. and be responsive to an quintessence in mutual,

who understand the feelings of each other.. without actually anything in between is told,
ek rishta.. ek ehsaas.. ek reverent desire.. ek intezaar.. may be of some beautiful and the bold,

these writings are not on the sand.. these are engraved in heart and in mind,
and not as bad cholesterol that stick but as good one that flows and augments and does not make any blind,

when this happens then i most often tend to believe,
some very sanguine sapphire has brighten up some where.. a reason to feel fine and be of branch.. omniscient olive...