Last night was disturbing.
I cried for no reason,
and I smiled for no reason.
Searching my stuff,
Something happened to catch my eye.
It was a poem written by me,
Sometime back
When i lived in my own thoughts,
deceived by many and deceived
by my own thoughts.
That poem was something,
It contained a bunch of memories,
Nothing was lacking, there was everything,
But what lacked was the time,
Of those pretty memories.
I read that poem again and again,
It felt nicer,so much
That i could feel the drops of rain,
That weren't even falling.
But it seemed as if gradually they poured,
Giving me relief.
But then again vanishing,
Leaving no trace of themselves.
Sensing the power of that poem on me,
I stopped abruptly.
I could see myself getting closer,
To that lost time,
But somewhere i knew
That it would give me nothing.
Only a state that would make life stygian.
And it would take everything,
Everything that enliven my life.
I slowly flitted away ,
Away from bijou of those memories.
And yes, it had left me nothing
Just me in my deep thoughts
With a wish, a chance
That wasn't worth asking for.
To recuperate from it would be hard,
A fact i knew very well.
I passed on thinking that,
That time was like a nova,
Which became brighter for sometime
But then nowhere was to be seen.
Now i think,
A little courage and a little effort,
Would have made everything perfect.
But why am I thinking all this.
I knew what I had done was right.
Staying silent was all I had done,
And I hope it will serve me best.
I decided to sleep
This is the one thing which is difficult to get,
When lies behind you is a night full of forlorn.
That feat I soon achieved that night,
It was difficult but I tried every bit.
Slept I soon was.
Even the dreams were disturbing
I perfectly remember, almost intact
There was a sea, overflowing with waves
A place abandoned long ago
And would remain so,
For centuries more.
This is what I made out of that dream.
I woke up.....
Morning was sweet, mesmerizing
Not akin to any other dawn.
The breeze was gentle,
Soothing last night reveries.
That day the leaves taught me,
The butterflies did the same,
Even the flowers did not remain behind,
Nobody left any stone unturned,
Then how would have I left?
In the water crystal clear
I saw my face , it was refulgent
Last night was gone and with it
Everything was forgotten.
I was back, I realized
No nightmare can halter me,
Nothing can ever shatter me,
No memories can weaken me,
Because I believe,
"I am so strong, you see."