Notes on something

I had promised myself that I would write here oftener.
I broke it. Like I have been breaking promises since ages.
I feel guilty about it. Maybe a little more this time.
I do not know why. Is it because I realize I have run out of time ?
Too old to run,breathe,think,feel,take risks.
My mistakes have not ruined me. I am ruined on my own.
I feel trapped in the open. Pictures do not speak to me anymore.
But I am not in a mood to give up. Not anymore.

Comments

Lady Whispers said…

Hug is all I want to give up you :)
Someday it will be all right :)

March 24, 2013 at 4:19 PM

Rià said…

Never give up! Thats the spirit that will get you through.

March 25, 2013 at 7:50 PM

UNUTTERED WHISPERS

I know it was you, following me all along. I don’t need eyes to see you. It started raining and I paced up. You were anxious about me.You offered me your umbrella with your face hidden.Only if you had understood me ! I never said those three words, but I thought you knew. P.S 1:My first attempt at 55 fiction. P.S : A real big thank you to all blogger friends who made my birthday "A day to remember".

ILLUSIONS OF REALITY...

The more you point out my mistakes, The more you are drawn towards me. The more you try to hurt me, The more you bleed in your heart. The more you run away from me, The more my memories haunt you. The more you want to forget me, The more you are reminded of my presence. The more you want to chase me away, The closer I come to you. The more you hate me, The more you end up loving me. The more you call me an “illusion” The more I dawn as the reality of your life….

Fading Memories

What is with this smile Mamma ? It follows me everywhere, in good times And in pain. During journeys and at nights I rest. Remember how you read me my Nursery rhymes and the alphabet Mamma ? Remember how you waited for me To arrive from school ? Our banters And the laughter that followed. Look ! My library is bigger now, Almost as large as that of yours. Yet, I long to hear a lullaby from you. Sing to me Mamma ! Just like You did ages ago. Don’t walk away like that Mamma ! See, I am your little girl in tears. You taught me how to fight my battles But weren’t you my shield ? I am you girl, grey and portly, But I still need to hear my lullaby.

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