a doubt arises
the past we term
is not behind of us
it is with us, right now..
i.e. the failure or hurt
happened from childhood till yesterday
can be felt today
in the form of layer of memories
In tree, the past kept as circle inside..
So, the past happening
was not past
can find in present

the past is nothing but
present deep inside
that’s why it can come up
any time to depress us

If we term anything as past
should have  forgotten
as the years move..
but it carried along withus
then,
…………………
present inside'… Right.

We write it and we destroy it
Do with it what we see fit
Tear it up
Burn it, hide it below dead js in a cup
Like our souls
Like the cigarette burn holes
In our shirts and our arms
Our sleeping bags
Awoken to forever-under-our-eyes bags

I guess it's truly over.
Everything's been said and done.
And it was a scary, winding roller coaster.
But the painful rush was really fun.

I truly love the rain
and the dark grey skies
I love to sit and watch the Earth
as it gently cries.
It is cathartic
and artistic
it's peaceful.
it's simplistic.

I am beyond amazed
by the battles you have won,
and the beautiful symphonies you have
created.

She is a beautiful flower
soaking up the light,
standing nice and tall,
when the days are nice and bright.
But sometimes days are gloomy grey
and there's hardly any light at all,
and those days are the ones
where she doesn't stand as tall.
But when the clouds begin to part
and all the dark has gone away,
that little flower stands stronger and taller
with each new bright and sunny day.

Perfect lips
speak perfect lies
that paint
perfect pictures
of
perfect lives.