Swings of a rhapsodic mind

How do I miss you When I never forget to remember you? It hasn't been easy It never would be, I know. I find us in the mellowing pages of memory, As green as we used to be. I try to shut my eyes In desperate attempts of escaping what's real But how do I shut my heart where your voice rings deep?! I am fine as I promised I will be fine as you wanted But there's a fine line between being fine and being me I guess I am going to miss that. And yes, I don't miss you like I thought I would For I can never forget you. And I know that's how you feel as well I do.

I have been to some dusty corners, some charted and some lost territories. I have set my gaze over ruins and seen stories in the cracks they hold. Each time I hit the road, my quest for the unknown has grown deeper. There is this thing about travelling :it stays in you and refuses to let go its essence. I have grown fantasising a world of my own. I kept myself locked behind doors for longer hours, there was a certain sense of relief in hiding. I could talk to myself, paint, scribble and yet have all the time to myself. I knew it was fun for the rest of the kids to be out under the sun kicking that lousy football and yet I could never relate to it. I accompanied them to the field each day but sat under the coconut tree scribbling words in my tiny notepad. They never took me in their team, I never expected them to though. I knew there were interesting things in the world. There was the sea which I had heard tasted salt and pepper. I wanted to feel it in my skin. Also I had this fa