Past Past

A poem. self explanatory.


1. Past Past


  PAST PAST      


In all these years, that i have known

people around me, in a blatant tone

only one of them, had caught my eye

reflecting past, in a black and white die


  for all that time, we spent together

for all those moments, that i alone remember

for all those tears that i have dried

it still is a past, in black and white die  


As we continued our journey forward,

things turned, for the new and the outward,

In the tide of time that I had followed,

Every minute spent, was a lifetime swallowed  


Around you, I had spun a code

Day and night, seepless and sore

and when the day came, on 27th of july,

it was only me, who had tried, not to cry


 and in the phases of time, that have passed

hope after hope has always been crashed                                                                                                                                                                              

whenever i tried to build a new bridge                                                                                                                                                                                

you had alwyas talked about, the rotten old ridge                                                                                                                                                                             


and then came the 363rd day,                                                                                                                                                                                

sparked in my memory, as if were golden hay,                                                                                                                                                                                

in the glory, that i had so expected,                                                                                                                                                                               

again and again, i was dejected                                                                                                                                                                                  



the words that came out, now turned into silence

the feelings within , the battle of cries

and in the tide of time that you had swallowed

i was only someone, whom you had never never followed  


there is a clear reason, to wht i feel

ripping within, like an emotional peel

if you are the one whom i had adored

then who's the one, that always comes at my door?  


In the year that i have, i would have hoped for more,

but now i am dead and cold and sore

still waiting for the heart of gold,

still waiting for soemone, who i never sold  


And as i conclude my last contact,

you would wonder, what is that, happened,

you think and you think, and you have no answers

you look to me, and i Have no questions  


You might tear this as a piece of yesterday,

but i'll keep it, forever and ever another day

I assure you, that i will never return

it was my mistake, and you have made me learn  


trying to be the person, who i never was

i was the person, who could never, be

trying to become the person, who could forever be

trying and trying, but you would never see  


in the face of truth, i had lied

in the game of hardship, i had survived

and to the last words, that you will now read

i just hope, you keep this, like a useless seed  


for i might not be the one, to ever come back

but i will remain the one, who'll be behind your back.  


-M@$+@/\/@   8:44 PM 4/21/2012

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