Those Lanes of Past

On and on I walked into those lanes of past – deep into those nights where we were together – sitting side by side – beside a ladder. We were laughing I guess – at something – I can’t even remember. But we were happy – in out innocent blabber. We didn’t know, what time had in store, didn’t know that was our last score. But yes, we were happy, and we wanted no more.

Deep into those lanes I go, where many mornings I saw, where you and me played in rain, and gave each other random show. Where arm in arm we used to walk, checking out a girl – on guy’s stock. Where dawns used to wail its first cry in front of our locked eye, where dusk took its last yawn, turning us to those shades of fawn.

Yes, I entered the same paths, where we shared our smoke and drinks, where I craved for your words, but you were struck in numerous strings. It felt cool staying by your side. To always have someone to hold on – right beside. That faith in your spirit was impossibility otherwise. You seemed so capable and wise. Alas the innocence of youth. It never takes you to where you should.

Those mistakes are still not regrettable. They had peace and pleasure immense. Those steps were my own and so were you. My decision had you – apart from rest of the crew. For the world you were a misfit – a fox luring me to his den – or rather my den. But , it was fun, those intensities and your pun. Those arms around at night with that moony sight, those endless walks with just you beside, that laughter those giggles, those pushes, those wriggles.

And then i saw a strange sight - Me alone crying with all my might. You were right there somewhere. But close to me – nowhere. I detested you with all my heart. It was pain I was counting from start. That moment was too intense to be held truth - Where all those dreams seemed futile and ruth. Serendre  pity it was – only from inside. those scenes became apparent soon with horrorful sight.

Was it you still in those same lanes? With those words like dagger and killing instinct. Those slaps of time had strange repine.  They were hollow and i was hurt – aah those broken times. You gifted me with a transformed self – stoic and upheld. But life had taught me something else too. I was not like you. Emotions I had then and emotions I have still. Only, then they had flown; now they were in control. My life, my decisions. A better outcome, better creations.

And yet, it feels strange to enter those lanes. Was it me- living there with many names. Strange is this life, everyday a new strife. And each day has its own share of happiness too. One merely needs to feel one of the lucky few. And there cosmos spreads sunlight on your face. And there your heart gets amazed - At your strength to face it all – with all your might, to still enter those lanes and undergo that series of sight. And there you feel proud of your decision –‘To never give up and be happy –as a mission’. And there you have triumphed over time and your self. Only you knew how much you had withheld – deep into your heart and mind, those endless memories – closed in the passage of time. And yet, time and again those glimpses come still. But yes, the eyes are now dry, and vision – on top of the hill.

I entered and exited those lanes drowsily. I had undergone through an entire year so smoothly. And here began a whole new chapter - Another journey, another actor. 

Written By - Mystical Wanderer