I stood there in the middle of the road. 

There was nobody around yet it felt like a crowd was staring and laughing at me. 

I watched you turn and leave.

I tried to say something but words didn’t come out of my mouth.

I could feel every nerve being paralysed. 

I could sense the numbness flowing through my blood to every part of my body. 

I tried leaving but couldn’t move. 

The moment kept flashing in front my eyes. 

There was no tears,no shouting,no stopping. 

Now years have passed by,nothing has changed. 

I find myself thinking about you,everyday. 

I find myself looking outside the window waiting for you. 

I find myself looking at people and wishing they were you.

I wonder what will happen if I ever get a glance of you.



As the years pass by,

And the time moves on,

While somethings change,

And some remain exactly the same.

We wish how it was the other way round that the ones remained had gone away and the ones changed,were like before.

We spend our lives chasing whats gone and wishing it comes back.

And when those things,those people,those memories come back. 

For some of the returned ones,we realise they were better in the past

Some memories are better when we play them again and again in our brain than when we watched them live. 

But because of some returned things,memories,people,it feels like everything has fallen back to place. 

Everything starts to make sense again. 

Even though you might have lived that moment in the past,when it happens again in front of you,you feel as if you’ve been brought back to life. 

You start to enjoy every second of it. 

Even the bad moments don’t look so bad anymore. 

You start to mend things so you don’t lose it again. 

Every second feels like the best one. 

Every moments you start to feel more and more alive.

So the years pass by,

And time moves on.

While some things change,

Some remain exactly the same.


How does it feel to remember everything? 

Does it feel like a blessing or a curse?

Do you feel different than others?

How many times a day do you walk down that memory lane? 

And do you smile more or cry more often?

Did it ever remind you of how you’ve been left alone?

Or the time you felt loved?

You still remember the places you visited in your childhood or your first toy?

Your favourite milkshake from years ago?

You remember your first friend? Your first fight?

How about the time he left and you saw him everyday?

How does it feel to remember everything? 


Let the stars be your saviour,And the road your guide.

Let the people be your landmarks,And the places your memories.

The light is going to get you home. 

You will se them standing and applauding with a smile on their wrinkled faces. 

And it will all be worth it in the end. 


You dont have to look at other people and be disheartened.You dont have to look in the mirror and feel you are less. 

What others have now,you’ve had it before. 

What others show off now,you’ve kept it as your secret for years. 

But you let your secret out and now its everyone’s fantasy. Everyone’s dream come true. 

No matter how much you miss it. Nothing can bring it back to you.

It is no longer yours. Maybe it never was. 

New Companion

Monday. 3rd October,2016. 1:15am 

I’ve been crying all day. I don’t know what went wrong. I’ve been home from quite a few days and I’m not liking it. I am annoyed and irritated. I’m in a low life condition. So,basically I don’t really like myself right now. I have suicidal thoughts. Nobody seems to pay attention or even care a little. I am not liking people around me. I don’t feel like looking out from a window because I envy people outside. I need a break from this. I open my phone. 15 minutes later,I found myself reading about major depression disorder. Another 10 minutes later,I realise I have a companion.

Dear Ex-Bestfriend

I hope you are doing okay.

I saw your posts on Instagram,I hope you are as happy as you look.

Its been ages that we decided to go our separate paths.

its been just a few months since we actually went our own ways.

We’ve always led different lives yet when I look at you,its like I’m looking at my reflection.

We were like the two sides of a coin;same aim,different ways.

I saw you building yourself up and then allowing someone else to destroy you.

You decided to throw me under the train and you did.

So I,quietly,watched you leave and come back.

And as you left,again;

You left without a goodbye,again.