I thought that I have managed to push you back in the mind,
far far away. I thought, stories of us, stories of the summers, stories of the
songs, they don’t matter anymore. I thought few people leave your lives for a
reason. But with you, I have always been proved wrong. With you, the universe
has always conspired to prove me wrong. Just when I think, probably now the
leaf is way behind in the book between the two pages, you walk up to me and ask
me to wake up.
Just when the birds start singing a different tune, just
when the water flowing by in the stream starts looking prettier, you, holding
the seashells from the forgotten seaside, swim out with them, asking me to walk
back one more time.
Time has not made me wiser. You can
say, with the same face, heart, and mind, I have been making and creating newer
memories. Few fulfilled wishes, and few more unfulfilled desires. The journey
has been enriching. Just when I was thinking, I am ready to write new poems,
new lyrics, new anecdotes, to mark a new beginning, you come galloping to
either wish me luck or tell me- let’s not pretend any more.
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