Ctrl+Z

If only life had an Undo button. I could have taken it to the way it was before I met her. The thing is, you can never truly let go. You obsess, you fantasize, then they make you feel the reality, then you become the heart break kid and then you try forgetting her and then you try and find other things and people in your life to move along with. Then someone comes along and in a moment’s weakness, or may be because you identify with the heart break this guy has had, you tell him your story and then, it all comes back. And at around the same time you watch Ghost Town and what the fuck! The wounds are fresh again and you are in pain and you want again for your life to go back to where it was before you met her. And although I picked this line from Ghost Town but it is perfect to explain my situation. If only life had an Undo button.

Sunshine from the sunset spree

I walk my own way,
the broken path on the west.
Little sunshine from the sunset spree,
that finished atop the mystic tree.
Lights up my way,
the broken path on the west.

Autumn breeze

I was on my way to find a way, when I thought to have my say.

I scatter words as my vision sees, as leaves scattered by the autumn breeze

Memories

MEMORIES

As we move on ahead,

we might look back and smile.

These memories might fade,

as the journey adds new mile.

 

In the spring of memories,

leaves might be shed.

With each moment lost,

new ones will be bred.

 

There might be moments,

when moments will stop.

We might live them back,

or atleast we might hope.

 

 

The sun that shines today,

will not be the same again.

The green we might see,

will come off a different rain.

 

We might not see them,

but these roses will bloom again.

We shall cherish the fragrance,

down the memory lane.

 

Faces might blur,

names a little forgotten.

They might not match,

but will not be forsaken.

 

What is life?

A few scattered beads.

Stringing atleast a few,

memories – that grope for threads.