You are living in a bubble... a dream that might any certain and sudden point may turn into a nightmare. Its not that I want it to. I know you, i know world is a playground for you. It is a decked up dream for you.... it is a place where u want endless adventures to cross your life's path. God's been kind to you... so far. He has filled your life with fun n frolics. .. with ventures that takes you to the edge ... some times beyond the boundaries from one state to another.... literally and metaphorically. You never rested. Nor have you wanted to rest. Your life got badged with another... severing all your ties you flew away. Memories and people are left behind like after party dishes n plates.... scattered ... broken...in pieces... untidily. ... all over. You never looked back. It never bothered you. It never should. Thats the success of your lives. Loud music is repressive over melancholic sitar. You chose to listen to the metals. Good!
How clever are you... have always mishudged your potential. Should have known .... no matter how hard i try to nestle you in between my palms like bivalves.... you are not a pearl who needs love care or affection.... you are a wild flower ... that would need no containment but would blossom anyway.
Its me who was wrong all the way. Have judged you wrong. Have loved you wrongly. Have cared about you in vain...that too wrongly. Have wasted much of my time n papers... wrongly.
Well... I know its time to let you go. Am ready as well. But God... mercy! I would still like to see you growing restless to get settled even in your bubble of activities.
For its not always about you.... sometimes its about 'US' as well that becomes important. I want you to know that. Yes... even today I have a tiny bit of an expectation from tou surreptitiously lurking under the heavy pelt of your memories.
How clever are you... have always mishudged your potential. Should have known .... no matter how hard i try to nestle you in between my palms like bivalves.... you are not a pearl who needs love care or affection.... you are a wild flower ... that would need no containment but would blossom anyway.
Its me who was wrong all the way. Have judged you wrong. Have loved you wrongly. Have cared about you in vain...that too wrongly. Have wasted much of my time n papers... wrongly.
Well... I know its time to let you go. Am ready as well. But God... mercy! I would still like to see you growing restless to get settled even in your bubble of activities.
For its not always about you.... sometimes its about 'US' as well that becomes important. I want you to know that. Yes... even today I have a tiny bit of an expectation from tou surreptitiously lurking under the heavy pelt of your memories.
