The past never leaves u, its perception just distorts itself as u mature.....

When the dawn settles itself across the city, all i can hear are the voices, some familiar, others not so much, voices calling out to me, voices of friends admonishing my silly notions, voices whispering sweet nothings into my ears and the voices that tell me, no matter how far away i am...... I am never alone.....

The voice then give way to the flashback of my life at breakneck speed, by the end of which m left gasping for breath, tryin to differentiate dream from reality. Disillusion engulfs me for about ten minutes & then reality settles and m left smiling to myself, cause the reality is beautiful, its everything i ever wanted, but my past still haunts me, the tears the smiles , the uncontrollable laughs, the irreplaceable love & the innumerable broken promises.......

The End or a Beginning

It feels like an end, but seems like a beginning as well
Tears rolled down when i took in the last few breaths in the city i'd never be able to call home again, when i waved a final good-bye to the people who meant the world to me.
As the train pulled away from the station, i could feel a tug at the bottom of my stomach, not knowing, whether this was an end or jus another beginning yet again......
Today, i still feel the tug but the pain seems to have faded into numbness, yeterday seems like an illusion, a mirage of what i wanted to see..... today is a reality i cannot ignore cause my tomorrow rests on it..... They say that the only thing constant in life is change, then y is it that this very change leaves behind a void an emptiness that fails to leave us... All seems to have come to a halt but still am waiting for the beginning that seems to be takin eternity to reach the crevices of my life.........