Thursday 17 September 2015


- Rojika.

There you go, dear Past.
You start your show again.
I sit and stare at the void;
It is scary; full of pain.
Those flashbacks filled with guilt,
I wish I could erase those.
Clenched fists but with a smile,
Happiness? It's not even close.
Let it blur; let it go;
Let those memories live in the past.
It is tough yet too strong
To know I have come this far so fast.
It is night; I see the stars
When the sky is dark and clear.
Reminiscing those who held my hands
When I had faced my utmost fear.
Dear Past, you've lived your life,
Now let me live mine
So that when I look back at you
It gets better with age like the red wine.

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