As a very young child, I would try to run and chase the clouds, trying to win in vain against it. My motley of friends and I would run up towards a nearby empty field which had an abandoned flour mill, and conjure our stories about that mill, the ghosts that haunted.We would roll, laugh, push each other, till it would be evening and our mom's would come looking for us...so many many nights and days later, I still want to relish that spirit which I had as a child.We may grow old, but there are some memories which have the magical power of taking us back to the time of innocence...



Wednesday, February 17, 2016

An eulogy

I can't take it anymore
Never felt such a heartache
It is ripping me from the inside
Each beat is like a thump
Each thump like a ticking time bomb
I am beat and down

Don't know what to do
Don't know where to go
Don't know how to keep you
 Don't know how to lose you

Is this end?
Am I being let go?
Am I just that lingering memory which becomes a nag and a shapeless shadow?
What am I to you?
What are you to me?

I know  a few days and a few nights can't compete with companionship
 It can only falter at every step
It can only let a whisper in every breath
My sighs mean nothing
Your happiness is everything
I want to rejoice yet I let myself cry
Love is all it took
To see me broken winged
Yes I am broken
After all it is a goodbye.
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