Yesterdays

Life wasn't perfect or great but I wrote letters of love and poems of pain. Seeking pleasures from little nothings.

I wonder what happened to those yesterdays...

What happened to yesterdays?

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When silence comes between us, I am stuck. I get locked and not a word I can utter. Is why I keep talking...blah..blah..blah..and blah..and blah..

I know, I really know how to shut up. But I am scared of silence and I don't know how to explain it to you and blah..blah..blah..

It's like I am prisoned and I am suffocating and all of sudden the air around is hot and I want to jump walls and free myself and blah..blah...blah...

So I blah and blah and blah and kill you! And how I wish you read this.

Where was I?

I was finding myself. I got lost somewhere. The somewhere is where I found you. I lost myself there again.

I always try to do something for myself and end up doing something to make you happy.

I always try to say what I want and end up listening to what you want from me.

I always lose myself whenever you come in my way. So one day I ran away and never looked back. Months later when I thought I should find myself again, there you are! In middle of so many lost thoughts, I found you again and lost myself again.

Once, twice and don't know how many more times.

Dubai

The weather is back. Winter. It's cold and cloudy.

It might just rain and I might just start....writing...