R.I.P

R.I.P

This is the day, when I rest my conscience on the coffin,

This is the day, when I loved the sun and rain together,

This is the day, when I felt I could swim across the sea without knowing what I left behind or what awaits ahead,

This is the day, when I wish I could fly without wings, so that I can reach the sky and then freefall,

This is the day, when I feel like smoking, while a river flows in my view,

This is the day, when I close my eyes with both hands, but fall short by two to close my ears,

This is the day, when I ran to catch a train, but when I almost caught the speeding train I gave up and realized I could run all the way to my destination,

This is the day, when I hear the raindrops at the window, starring at the city which never sleeps,

This is the day, when I could not listen what I was talking, couldn’t see what I was writing,

This is the day, when I, lost my patience to a person who was equally empty in mind,

This is the day, when I was hiding in a hospital with some friends’, a book, an iPod and the immortal thoughts and speeches of our spotless mind,

This is the day, when I when I see history repeat itself word by word, inch by inch and I still remain useless and blank,

This is the day, when I try to forget her, but the freaking idea of forgetting her reminds me of her,

This is the day, when I feel like talking to her, but then the idea of having tried to forget her, reminds of her again,

This is the day, when I wished I could scream at her, but then I realize that mirror only reflects image and not the sound, Mirrors Are Dumb!

This is the day, when I wished to drink till glory, but then I think if I can’t remember what happened when I was drunk, what’s the point,

This is the day, when I prayed to make this world a better place to survive and make people less mechanical,

This is the day, when I wake up one fine day without knowing if it’s a Sunday or a Monday, it didn’t matter though,

This is the day, when I smell good food but then my hands are tied up and I go blind, Damn it! I again reminded myself of her,

This is the day, when I felt like exploding but I find my mind going blank and I am clueless and keep asking myself was it for real?,

This is the day, when I lost my identity and felt nothing about it as I am still sleeping,

This is the day, when I got something which I never deserved, but it did matter to the loved ones around me, so I keep living this pretending life, until now

This is the day, when I saw the handcuffs break, my wings flaring and I keep smiling with a bleeding heart,

This is the day, when I forgive and forget, but I don’t forgive myself for not being able to forget,

This is the day, when I wonder what to do in a graveyard, as my conscience rests on the coffin,

This is the day, when I try to runaway from myself, leaving the REST IN PIECES!!