Sometimes I wonder what it is like to know that
things will come to an end, to know that everything around will vanish just
like that and you? You shall be just a memory – bitter and sweet, of love and
of hate, in dreams and in nightmares, a sheer memory, nothing more, nothing
less. You’ll be gone, leaving tears in many eyes and a smile on some sardonic
faces, leaving many behind with an unmanageable pain in their hearts and
leaving some behind with fluttering happiness in their hearts. It would be over;
everything would be over, leaving you as nothing. Nothing but a heap of ash,
nothing but a bag of bones and nothing but a memory.
You put on that pretty smile on your face, plug-in
your earphones and are the coolest person ever but deep-inside, every part of
you screams, it’ll end soon. You walk with that flair but inside, you have to
put in so much effort to drag yourself, forward. There is pain but you smile,
you know you’ll be gone, so you leave a mark behind. You don’t want to be a
stain or a blotch but a pretty print. An image that people will remember forever,
an image that they’ll have imprinted in their minds, till they see you again.
What brave hearts they have! To those who are gone:
I hope you’re enjoying those lush green grasses, the shed of the maple tree, the kiss of the cold breeze and the symphony of the cuckoos. Far away from this ruckus, I hope the other world gives you what you could’ve never got. In the meadows, where Aurora shakes off the darkness by spreading out her bright, luminescent wings, I hope you run behind those colorful and vibrant butterflies and not stop but for that cup of tea of yours. Yes, tea.
I hope you’re enjoying those lush green grasses, the shed of the maple tree, the kiss of the cold breeze and the symphony of the cuckoos. Far away from this ruckus, I hope the other world gives you what you could’ve never got. In the meadows, where Aurora shakes off the darkness by spreading out her bright, luminescent wings, I hope you run behind those colorful and vibrant butterflies and not stop but for that cup of tea of yours. Yes, tea.
Someone said, “Good people die young.” Yes, they
do, leaving us with nothing but sorrow, nothing but regret and nothing but lots
of love.
Rest in peace, all you beautiful souls, till we
meet on the other side and form a bond, better and stronger. J
P.S: This is for a girl, I never knew but was a
friend to a friend. To my friend – Be strong. She wants to see a happy you.
P.P.S: This one is also for you, up there. A
sister, a friend, a senior and a confidante. This P.S, I always use, is only
for you. You just ran away and are hiding somewhere, wait until I come and find
you. Till then, much love! <3
hope that friend has a look at this dream weaver's lines
ReplyDelete@deeps : I lay my hope in your hope! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat if all hope is gone....?
ReplyDeleteHope is never gone. It's always there, oblivious and hidden, at times. Just when all the pain has struck you, devastated you, marooned you, there she'll fly out from the Pandora's box. Lo, things will be great. That hopeful Hope! :)
ReplyDeleteP.S: Don't lose hope. Ever.