From a street full of clutter and noise that is deafening,
I scamper back to my room and latch myself in.
Leaning next to the window, I glare at the outside tree.
Only to realize – the chaos is me and my own debris.
Tomorrow if you make a trip to my mind,
I wonder how much of confusion you will find.
How I am running backwards to catch what’s no longer mine,
Consciously refusing to accept that you have left me behind.
And it is not as if I don’t know what is true,
Just that it is my life’s solace in reminiscing what is ‘you’.
Keeping your flame alight in my heart,
With each memory trip, burning myself a scar.
Maybe it is not the best thing that I do,
But I am glad that in this, I am not dragging you.
Although amid every wise advice, I only hear your voice,
But I am glad, that atleast you made the right choice.