They say, look! she has mellowed,
Wrinkles have marked her glowing skin.
I wonder, have I?
I place myself before a mirror
I meet an odd looking person
A sigh escapes my lips which curls in the wind
The wind, chokes my wits.
So, it's begun. I have aged.
But I have wishes still in the cage
Which got subdued due to my rage
It's time I think, I turn the page.
For rhyme, rhyme as I fathom
Isn't life alone.
Life gives jolts enough to drive wits away,
Enough to curb what we used to be.
If only, I could go back in time,
If only, I knew what it meant to live,
If only, I knew what life had in store.
This, this is how we let our life pass,
Repenting on the deeds which we happily chose to rush.
Life, now has bought dismal tidings to its shore.
Isn't it time, we started living,
Isn't it time, we stop repenting,
Isn't it time, enough to make us believe
If anything that we can do is now alone.
We can write each new day, a story called life.
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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