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First Man I ever loved!


Did you walk those lanes
From where once our world was born

I'm still stuck on those lanes
From where I started off with you
The silence of the neighborhood is appalling

From where to start 
to tell you  what all happened with me 
I cant decide!

When you left me taking all your presence but silence

Even the river flows silently here
only there is the echo of our laughter 
from the last game we played as a family
A Complete Family!

The silence is even tired of its silence
and wants to break itself 
But the struggle is never ending

It feels like a parallel world running 
it goes with the same timeline 
but only running in past

A part of me is still the 9 years old
yearning to get scolded for all the mischief committed
and the surprise treats 

Yes I admit it I loved falling sick 
for the little surprise treats brought me the joy of a lifetime

Today standing in the crossroads 
I understand the value of 
every little nooks of that life I lost
every moments I lost with you
every moments I cherished with you

One day will again come
when I will lose what is left 
the remaining parts of yours

I remember your last words to me 
Do you remember mine?
Did I get a chance to say my last words?
Did I ever say ?

The memory of the last meeting
Is so crystal in my head
with everyday replay

I remember the worried lines but an unusual calm face
on the wheel chair for the first time
the last hug 
the last time when our eyes met
There was not a drop in my eyes
cause I know the weak cry
I was strong, am strong
And I saw you leave 
for the last time....

You didn't give me hope of comeback
but said you'd be gone for sometime 
I didn't know it would be a longtime, then

That day I gave you my word and 
till now I have kept up to it
But you....


Neither was it yours
Nor was it mine
The love that was ours was abandoned
When you left....

Everyday alone we fight in this tough world
meeting you everyday every time we closed our eyes. 

every night is like a traveler
that the morning bid a goodbye 

waiting for that light when we could see you
when we could all again become one
a bond that is as strong as the sun

If rebirth theory is truly true
I would like to be reborn to you every birth 
but you also have to make a promise
not to cheat on your life like this time

I couldn't see you grow older and wiser
Though I know you always had an eye on me

Feeling the presence in the silence 
but vision never supported me just a Hallucination in my head

I lost faith in the One that people call GOD
maybe I will never regain that faith
But I do believe in You

And I know you know all that is going on with our lives
Or do you?


Dad.

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  1. Thought it would be a sweet love story...now thinking of what exactly were you feeling while writing this...this is an incredible depiction of emotion... incredible depiction

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