In morning, it’s the first thing I do
& later a zillion times I remember you!
In laughter, in pain, when crazy, when sane…
all that occupies my mind,,,, is you !!!
In dreams, in real, when peaceful, when feared….
all that occurs to me … is you !!!
I find it funny, oh but it’s true!
Memories come haunting to make me blue…
Gosh! I’m so tired now
… tired of remembering you!!!
When I’m wiped off your memory…
Why should you flood mine?
Why can’t it be real
when I say “I’m Fine!”?
When they say ‘Time is the healer’…
Why, until now my wounds are fresh?
It just keeps getting worst,
While I try my best!
with such a disturbed life…
Where’s the peace when I rest?
Yes, I find it funny, but it’s true!
Memories come haunting to make me blue…
Gosh! I’m so tired now
… So tired of remembering you!!!
Why can’t I, now, be remembered by you?
~Rups ~
10th November 2007 (Diwali)
In this festival of lights, I feel so lost inside...
Where is he, who used to make me feel bright?
