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...



Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Nothing matters

31 December 2009 at 03:15
Take away your first look
Take away the first rain
Take away your first kiss
Take away our first ride together
Leave me nothing
But you can’t take away the love

I won’t wait
I won’t cry
I won’t call you hundred times
I won’t forgive nor forget
But I will let you go

Call it my ego
Call it my love
Call it all names
Call it my selfishness
I will cry but all alone


Take away all those memories
Take away all those longings
Take away all the laughter
Take away our first night together
Take away those letters
Leave me nothing
But you can’t take away the love 
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