I walked down those roads today
Where you walked so long ago
Some of your footsteps lay etched before me
And I stepped into your shoes
Walking the paths you had, just to see what it felt like to be you
Here and there,
I saw a occasional memento
Personal souvenirs of you, lying strewn amidst the debris
A stray thought somewhere
A lingering wisp of something…it might even have been my imagination..or not?
I mingled in your memories
And laughed at jokes you’d once shared with other people
And I sat down inside your mind, tiny elf-like
And watched the world for awhile,
the way it had looked through your eyes
I saw a drop of blood once
And something curiously like dried tears
Yours
Or of someone you loved
Who was part of you
Today, I took a walk down your memory lane
And I did it to see what you were like from within
To look beneath your skin without you knowing I was there
But I couldn’t help being me, there even
Lost within your life
All I could think of was
When you were sighing, so far away
I was, too
Stranger in another continent
But kin to your emotion
You were not alone
And I wasn’t either
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Posted in Waxing eloquent | Comments (7)
January 22nd, 2007 at 9:28 am
This is as good as it gets, so will not comment.
January 22nd, 2007 at 1:18 pm
beautiful
January 22nd, 2007 at 4:03 pm
You were not alone, and I wasn’t either,
But it couldn’t have been lonelier!
Stepped in my shoes, seeing through my eyes,
Yet still a stranger, across the oceans.
Being my kin is happiness,
But not being mine is despair.
Am I wanting too much,
Or is another walk just fine,
No tears, no blood.
Just a few steps, in each others shoes.
Laughs, whispers, smiles, a few needful,
Just us, as us, for sometime, for each other.
(Kya karen, control hi nahin hotha)
January 23rd, 2007 at 11:11 pm
Just us, as us, for sometime, for each other
It’s a past gone by
Time that flies
Was great when it was
As it was
The cycle of life leads you on
To places galore and unknown of
Take each day in its stride
Something will come by
And you will smile
January 24th, 2007 at 5:53 pm
Smile I will, for life is short,
But to see back is not ill,
At times to want it, is not wrong.
Us does not make me sad,
Warmth mostly, lonely at times.
True to emotions, is not feeling low.
It is being me, honest to self.
I was so then, as am I now.
Varied views at different times,
So what! I live to just live, and to smile.
January 24th, 2007 at 5:54 pm
Smile I will, for life is short,
But to see back is not ill,
At times to want it, is not wrong.
Us does not make me sad,
Warmth mostly, lonely at times.
True to emotions, is not feeling low.
It is being me, honest to self.
I was so then, as am I now.
Varied views at different times,
So what! I live to just live, till the end.
June 7th, 2007 at 7:59 pm
This one is brilliant…