#lostmemories
Through my window
There used to be a world of light
Tall trees with yellow flowers
A dense foliage in the summer sunrise
And parrots that sat on my windowsill
I haven’t seen them in a while.
Now concrete structures
Of brilliantly tall heights
Glimmer and flicker
From golden tube lights
Man-made buildings so mighty
They block the dawn from my eyes.
Five, six, seven years it took
From null to blocking my view
I’m not one to hate the tall skyline
But God, I miss the sunrise.
Now I have to move here and there
To just glimpse at the first light
That shone through my curtains
Opening my sleeping eyes.
And it was Saturday morning
My father and brother used to
Wake me up for swimming
And my mother used to make us juice
To drink by the poolside.
It was the magic of childhood
Now covered with the hardness of life
But man, I miss the view
Of the sunlight pouring into my eyes.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 8:13 AM UTC
I sit, the world around me a blur,
Masi talks, but I’m lost in a stir.
Then, the call—unexpected, sharp and bright,
My heart leaps, racing into the night.
Why her, why now? My thoughts collide,
A hundred questions swirl, but none I can hide.
Should I pick up? Should I dare?
Her voice, her presence, it’s too much to bear.
The call drops—disconnected, left to wonder,
My heartbeat thunders like distant thunder.
Then the text, a playful jest,
"Yes, Your Highness," my chest does protest.
She replies, “I need to show you something,”
My pulse quickens, anticipation thumping.
A mystery, a pull, but I can't resist,
I pick up the phone, nervous, clenched fist.
She speaks, her voice like an old, sweet song,
And I hear laughter, where I belong.
But there’s more—Her friend by her side,
And their boyfriends, caught in the tide.
My heart skips—Romantic rival stands, so near,
And I can’t look away, trapped in fear.
She tells him to shut up, her voice a command,
And I watch, helpless, as life slips from my hand.
She turns, showing her saree’s glow,
A princess in pink, stealing my soul.
And I ask, “Are you at Lawgate?” with a smile,
She teases, “MBA,” for just a while.
“I’ll come back too,” I say, trying to play,
But inside I ache, like I’ve gone astray.
Her image haunts me, her beauty remains,
A moment lost, wrapped in chains.
Her voice soft, “Later,” she says with a sigh,
And I stand there, watching her leave, asking why.
She’s with him now, and I’m here, lost,
Her laughter echoes, my heart pays the cost.
We never were, yet we shared it all,
In the same PG, memories that call.
The quiet nights, the shared glances, the unsaid truth,
Now lost in time, like forgotten youth.
Her image stays, as vivid as then,
A beauty, a mystery, forever my friend.
Yet she walks with him, and I stand apart,
A stranger to her, with a broken heart.
Her smile, her saree, the memories remain,
But my heart races, lost in the pain.
Romantic, yes, but sadistic too,
For I loved her then, and still do.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 6:14 AM UTC
I see you everyday
Either in the halls or with me in class
We pass each other like strangers
We sit so close, yet the friendship we once had
Is lost in the void
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
No choice
You make
Is
Wrong.
But,
Not always
It is for you
To decide.
Sometimes
Life chooses
For you.
Preferably when
You
Take to long
To pick one,
On your own.
And all you can do,
Is to accept it,
Because the choice has already been made.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC