Till My Last Breath

Every morning, I walk out of the safety of my home, to get merged with strangers on the road. I walk along with those hundreds and thousands of starngers towards something.

Some look at me, Some I look at. Some give me a smile, some i give a smile, some just walk past me, some i walk past - relationships of seconds - faceless, nameless, timeless.

Amongst these strangers I seek that known face - the face I have known, the face i have touched, the face i wait to see, the face i call my own. A relationship of yeras , with identity, with a name, forever.

And there goes a blast in that old car standing on the roadside. There I lie in the pool of blood. Counting my last breath. Unknown eyes look into my eyes. Unknown hands try to stop the blood oozing out of my head.Unkown face consoles me.
 
I die amongst the starngers - relationship of seconds , nameless, faceless ,
till my last breath.