Memory

I am chasing after things

All sparkly and new

Things untouched by you

I am hoping all this running

will leave me exhausted

So I wouldn’t think of you

Cos the best of what we had

the best of what I was 

is all gone for you

On Time..

Time is what we want,
Time is what we don't have.
Time heals,
Time reveals.
It's cos of time, we are we
It's cos of time, we aren't.
In time we shall see,
What is in our destiny

It is only a Dream!

No, I know, 

It is only a dream

Where mere whisper of the wind 

Can wake me up from slumber

No, I know, 

It is not real

The moments spent with you

Weren't ever there

What is or what is to be,

No, I know that too

But when your smile touches your eyes

I curl up tighter

To sleep a little deeper

No, I know

It is only a dream

Keeping up Pretences

She had seen him. She pretended not to, but she did. She always did...pretend. She had to or everyone would know. After all he too pretended right. He too acted like he didn't know of her existence, but he kept track of her every move. What she said, who she spoke to, whether she laughed when he cracked a joke, whether she looked at him when he entered the room. He noticed. Both of them played the game well.

It wasn’t love she knew that. You did not fall in love at age 13, her mother told her that. So did all her friends. But yet she knew there was a special thing between them. A thing which had not name. She could see it in his eyes too. In those rare moments when keeping up the the pretences just did not matter. When they looked at each other to seek a quiet ally, to seek approval. More importantly when they looked at each other for silent comfort.

But most times they pretended, like right now. Walking down the dimly lit alley,going home without her usual friends accompanying her, she pretended to have not seen him. But she felt touched that he had decided to follow her home, to see her safe. He on his part tried to remain hidden from her, so that she would not know that he was only a few feet behind her. That he would not let any harm come to her. He couldn’t let her know that he was there. He had to after all keep up the pretences.

Here we are..

Here we are
Standing at the edge of the cliff
Looking into each other's eyes
Contemplating life or love

Well it doesn't matter
What the world thinks of us
It doesn't matter, what they say
Block the voices and the stares
It's just you and me now

Here we are
Hand in hand, where ever we may go
Satisfied with what we have
Imagining our tommorrow

Maybe, tomorrow

Would you come with me
Let's run into the midnight
Just, you and me
Waiting for the dawn to come

You, with your guitar
Me, with my head on your shoulders
Tapping our feet lightly
Accompanying the midnight breeze

We'll talk of things plain and simple
We'll laugh about our many flaws
You and me, just two loving souls
Waiting for the dawn to come..

Spotless Mind..?

Today I saw the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”…I know…a bit too late… but then what the hell….Better later than Never…!

The movie forced me to think…about spotless minds..about what it would be to have your memories erased. What it would feel like? What would be the effects? Would I choose it? More importantly which would be the memories that I would choose to erase? How will I decide?

Would you choose those memories that haunt you? The ones where you remember being on the floor crying your heart out. The ones where you wished the earth would just open up and swallow you whole. They are the memories that keep opening your almost healed wounds. Would you choose them? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to know that you wouldn’t be as damaged now..that you wont cringe when you think of those days again. You wouldn’t have to start from scratch again….

Or would you choose your happiest moments? The one’s that make you soar in the air…The one’s that you wish would never fade away. Would you choose these? After all if you do not have the good memories the bad ones wont seem bad at all in comparison. You could never get hurt falling on the ground as you never reached the sky anyway…You wouldn’t then feel miserable when the world starts falling apart again.

Or maybe you should choose the ordinary days. The days that never meant anything to anyone. The days that you don’t remember any which ways. Those days when when everything seems mediocre, run of the mill…Maybe these days should be erased from your memory to make space for other more impactful memories. After all, what is the point of average days, memories and feelings…?