Unforgettable

When I meet you again, I will burst into soulful tears. Maybe this time I won’t let you go.
You must have experienced a first time sometime in the past. You’ve had witnesses. I don’t have a witness to us. It’s more like maybe we dint exist.

I don’t know why your first ever sight has impacted me this well.

I had seen it all happening in true sense. In a dream maybe. So good to believe. So good to be true. If all was about a time, the time was worth every memory. Worth an idol. Worth a faith. Worth being a first time.

My first time was you.

Happens.

Too fast, but too slow. Every step gets me closer to a distance. I don’t mind, infact I like it, though I’m terrified. It’s like a day slips away again. How I wish I tried hard enough to keep the hours safe. Not realizing maybe they were my last.

Have I been misinterpreted? Misread. Guilty. Spoke too much to speak so slow. Said all the wrong things maybe. I should have been someone else. I should have been today. But I chose to speak of a yesterday.
It’s difficult to walk when you know you can run. Touched too fast to maybe let go. Patience would have made all my moments stay.

I’m not one of those who can easily hide. Blame it on me. Anyway the thing is what I really mean, my gift is my faith and that’s for you.

Through the lens..

Beautiful. That’s the keyword that word for me. A never so gorgeous mirror finally made me look what I really want to look like.

Looking into a mirror never had been better. Nothing had changed except for the lens. The lens made me look beautiful. Somehow I gathered the courage to open my eyes and change the lens. And yes, beautiful was the word that made it all work for me. Time can’t wait, but it can certainly help in going back into the past and collect the days gone by.

I changed my lens. I had turned beautiful. I turned old. I turned better. It was all the mystical past and the magic of the lens. I do not know whether I can keep them forever. But truly, I love looking through these set of lens.

I was she.

What happens when you begin to dream is that you succumb into realities. Trying to make something work means somewhere you've lost what you had gathered.
I opened my eyes to a new day. A day dream I saw about 6-7 years back had happened. Finally. I was she. Only for a couple of moments maybe. But I was she. Finally I knew I atleast could make one dream happen. Maybe this was Gods way to tell, yes.. it would all fall in place and I could get all my lost time back in my hands.
I felt the same that I felt then. I was jealous then, I wanted to be her always. I wanted and I still want to be her. She seemed soo powerful on his side. He made her so. Maybe.
Moments. Feelings. Captured into my past I knew this was just the unforgettable ever past for me. I was she.

another time to remember

Something beautiful happened again. I was caught in a memory of someone i wanted to be. Years back where i wanted to be is just where i was now. I had imagined it all. And today i saw myself living it all. No. I dont want to touch it today. I want it all to stay. Like a remembrance. Like a moment that makes me beautiful and grow. Where im not misunderstood but im allowed to stay forever. Ive never wanted a name. Ive never needed the recognition of living my existence. But all i need is the moment to be heard and held. Let me stay. I shall never let myself leave. It dint happen then, i know i wont let it happen now.