For once forget....

Forget that you once spoke...
Forget that you once loved....

I did.
I forgot everything that I once was.

Nothing else matters

It is natural to love tattoos if you love rock music. But why did you do it? You know how much I like tattoos. And the pain that it comes with. The pain of needles that can ink your flesh deep with fancies of days, which still smelt of my nail paint. The bloody blood-red nail paint.

Now go. Go live the life of a hippie that both of us once so madly wanted to.

You are free, but not me.

Remembering the lyrics of ‘wherever I may roam’.

And the road becomes my bride

I have stripped of all but pride

So in her I do confide

And she keeps me satisfied

Gives me all I need

Not all days

......are like today. Most days I don’t think of you. I sat under the morning sun to feel the warmth of a hug that I missed. It wasn’t all. I even cooked the breakfast you always loved.

Yet I forgot. Sometime between ironing and packing lunch I forgot the fact that you were there in my life once. I forgot you.

I died today

‘I cannot live like you. You live like a fish on land' was what you told me once. Long back! Remember?

You were correct. I was indeed a fish that was picked from the waters and dropped on the land. My world was snatched away from me. I was in a new world, beautiful and all that. But I could not breath. 

Then you came into my life and gave me a new place to live. You gave me everything. I was happy. I started breathing once again.

But today you should know, I DIED. You left me at the edge of a table, which you knew was half broken already. You told me ‘I will be right back honey’. You lied. You never returned. You forgot perhaps. I don’t know.

That’s when I DIED. Rather that’s when you let me DIE.

Amen.

22 years back....

.....on the same date as today, she was born.

She asked me to write a post.
And this, in the sweetest way I have ever known.
Just which could make anyone think over-
Was it indeed a post she asked for or was it a kiss?
Need say more?
How could I even deny?
I smile and accept thinking-
Guest role is all you give, but its lead role that I want.
Never mind!

Happy is what I want to make her.
And so here I am writing for her.

“Happy Birthday!”

Two important dates….

that I deliberately try to forget:

1) My mom’s wedding anniversary
2) My dad’s death anniversary

I confess

I confess:
I always try to escape,
I do lie.

I confess:
I am never guilty,
I never regret.

Or

I confess:
I always try to escape,
I am never guilty.

I confess:
I do lie,
I never regret.

I know I can never be professional.