Those few

Years after too
There’s someone you would like to see
As expected, it is not me
You would see and ignore, would be obliged if it wasn’t me
And I would be happy to see you came, would smile to the defeated me

I worked to change others’ perception of you
And you do not know
I stood to condemn others’ opinion of you
And you do not know
I trusted appreciated nurtured
And you know
I scolded criticised questioned
And you know not why

You could not see I cannot complain
You were a child I could not contain
I am passionate I go overboard
And someone else had you anchored
At least you come, and that’s a solace
You will always remain undeniable part of this place.

Fading away

There’s something weirdly quirky about the change of day.. of being away ..

A forgetfulness I cannot explain
An erasure that makes me stay

It punctures the experience
Obfuscates the memory
Stirs the longing
Pushes the barriers
Makes me wait
Renews excitement
Bubbles up vocabulary
Lights the eyes

And again

Yet again..

Is it evolving or adapting or moving on
Or just persistence and dragging along..