The momentary happiness
of the warm embraces.
These gifts of few seconds
have become our only curse.
For this life never lives upto
the beauty of those seconds.
And now we can only live on
in form of secrets in our books.
These seconds, these pages are where
our story stopped.
I remember you
sitting under trees
waiting for the your tears to melt,
for your vision was frozen in a past.
For you knew too late.
You found who were yours
only when looking back.
I stand here
beneath the secrets piling over me
at the edge, looking at how I spill out of my own body.
Not able to contain myself.
Not able to restain myself
from looking into the darkness,
from looking into the depth of me
where lies the skeletons of many friendships
and one rare love.
Many managed to stay afloat
not wanting to be a part of me,
knowing what I was.
While I just wanted them to stay
for a moment
to tell me what they knew
tell me what I was.
So that I may not feel
like an impostor in my own life.
Let’s sit in the crowded, tightly packed train.
with people we are partially curious and partially indifferent about.
Let’s be stripped of all luxuries money can afford.
Let’s for once force ourselves into suffering for few hours.
Let our legs hurt from sitting for hours,
and sleep rest on our eyelids, but never reach our eye.
Let’s witness the sun set on a land
we will never set foot on.
Let’s look at small hills
and wonder at the enormity of mountains
we have never seen.
Let’s get bored to death.
Let’s have no other way of amusing ourselves
than too look inside,
go though of what all we have hidden,
what we wanted to avoid.
Pull out each buried emotion and secret.
And when the trunk is almost empty.
Let’s find the happiness we have been looking for.
Let’s be at peace for a moment.