THERE IS THIS STREET..
http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/2014/08/there-is-this-street.html
While passing through,
The street of my routine,
Because, there is more,
The life in 10 minutes,
Scattered across,
Randomly stacked,
Has new identities,
Every other day,
Of its mundane life,
And I don't look back,
Because I know,
The many more,
10 minutes,
Are yet to tell me,
Much more, seeking me,
Seeking my time,
There is this street,
That offers to open up,
To me, everyday,
Going beyond,
Taking me to the lives,
What I have been to,
But I cannot accept it..