THE STREET THAT I MEET EVERYDAY..

There is this street
That I meet every day
While on itinerary
To somewhere
Consciously reading
The juxtaposed
Formations of its being
We converse
But words are not spoken
The exchanges are
Silent, unilateral mostly
The understanding
Demands
No mutual interference
And respect for
Independent existences
Yes, the street
Does indeed extend
Invitations for more
But we both know
The restrictions
It may unknowingly bring
And we get along
Doing what we do
The opened up street
Has its all pages on offer
And I pick up the page
That comes to me with
My randomly stuck eyes..

Continued from:
THERE IS THIS STREET..
http://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/2014/08/02/there-is-this-street/
THE STREET OF MY ROUTINE..
http://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/2014/08/04/the-street-of-my-routine/
THE STREET THAT CALLS ME REGULARLY..
http://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/the-street-that-calls-me-regularly/

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