many a times..

many a times when it seems there is an abrupt end and there seems to be the complete halt,
some thing occurs with in.. pumps up.. and over hauls the depression.. caused from rubbing salt,

upon the self esteemed that seemed tobe bruised by the deadly words or the intended motives of few,
but for how long.. can never be.. can never allow.. said these.. the depression to sneak in.. nothing new,

aging process is natural.. being able to acknowledge the fact is graceful.. yet many a times scars do happen,
i always say let go.. and then sheds off the intended remarks.. natural process gonna happen.. thus reckon,

with the aging process n keeping grey shining n enjoying n letting know yeah yaar am getting old,
so what.. cant bring the 60's or 70's back.. but can persist with those times listening to some voices of gold,

that remain forever n letting allow the abject sadness of a while to wipe out.. bringing in the calm,
i know i m not gonna live forever.. has to die one day.. till then enjoying n rubbing salt off with my palm...

                       many a times.. things happen.. :)