Memories

I try to clutch at a tangible memory,

where I seem to be standing before a room,

that is locked, chained off and difficult to access.

I don't understand..

Was it after her entrance into my life?

Was it then it became so confounding.

I lost the real me in there,

trying to halt the simulations that,

i went through or pretend to.

I buried all my feelings of anger,

alongside the sorrow of my childhood.

Real life is completely different,

from fantasy.

And that reality must be endured ,

not changed.

At times i look into mirror ,

and feel that i had become hideous.

It wasn't that i was becoming,

featureless but

Alas! i was loosing my form !

I try to clutch at a faint memory

where i seem to be surrounded,

by darkness.

Yes i'm in there ,

in the fear landscape of someone known.

Far away in the  narrow tube

i see a face,

as i approach it fades, but

i'm sure its someone known.

Maybe .... maybe its her!

or maybe its time for me

to go back to her.

Reviews

[Ghania]

"And that reality must be endured ,
not changed."
Wow. You've written so beautifully. Amazing!!

[Khadijah]

Thank you so much for you review :").. It means a lot.

[Ghania]

You're welcome, Khadija. :)

[APOORVA]

woww
nicely written..
good job

[Khadijah]

Thank you soo much for your nice review Apoorna :)