I Think Back to You…

Some nights, when I feel alone
I think back to you…
The feeling of you by my side
My solace

Some nights, when it is too dark
I think back to you…
The feeling of having you by my side
Fights all my fears

Some nights, when everything is too cold
I think back to you…
The warmth of your presence
The smile afterward

Some nights, when everything is falling apart
I think back to you…
The strength you pass on to me…
The words!

Some night, when I think of your departure,
separation seems inevitable
I think back, to the time we spent
I think back to you…

And I embrace you,
for an eternity

I am Fine

When we first introduce children to questions and how to answer them, one of the first questions is “How are you?”

And an obvious answer that is taught is “I am fine”.

Over the years this becomes so much of a habit, fine, that we forget we can feel otherwise too. We feel lots of things, we do lots of things and hide them up behind a ‘fine’. Why?

Why did anyone not tell the kids how to express themselves? How they should express truth, and let emotions out rather than bolt them up behind the door of “I am fine.”

A person can be so so much more than just fine.

Let us all be that person behind this fine. Let us be us!

Replaced?

Everyone has phases in life. Childhood, school, tuitions, college … Every phase has different people associated with it. Different bonds, different relations. Expectations. Aspirations.

And somehow sharing a part of life turns insignificant when a new phase is introduced. Somehow everything associated with a phase is let go. Maybe to make a place for new things. Maybe it is an escape way… who knows!

The only remnant we let ourselves have is a piece of paper signifying the time we spent, toiling.

Why was it so difficult to give people some space in life? To give time to people we once so cherished? Who meant the world to us at some point of time. Are our schedules actually so busy? Do we care so less?

From another perspective, we hold images of people we have met. Some memories. Some traits. And over time we tend to idealise them. Maybe we are afraid we won’t find them the same once we reconnect. Maybe they refuse to recognise… Maybe the place we had in their lives has been replaced. Maybe we fear the change in them.

Maybe…