Memories return...

Late night. Happy fudges melts in your mouth. A quick note attached to your back. A small leg pull - either literally or metaphorically! Some urban legends. Sweet tickle, small teasing about height (or width!) or age. Metro ride. A backward journey. An innocent metro ride to the station in the opposite way! A rainbow of laughter about some innocent (or non-so-innocent!) joke. some silly comments. Some distant thoughts. A hustle made in the corner of a train station. A fine given for not buying the ticket at the correct place! A simple song at the back of your mind. Some silly thoughts to ponder. Some slip of tongue. Some pronounciation mistakes! A sudden change in your thoughts. A call at the middle of the night. A call at the middle of the day. A feeling not remotely known, yet so close to heart.

Like the distant waves, my thoughts will keep you awake in your sleep. Most people don't know what is in our subconscious mind, not sure if that's something somehow somewhere will come out. Maybe it would be too late then, but still it's worth knowing, worth waiting, worth sharing.

Memories return. Somewhere. Somehow. Some time. Some place.

A Memoir...

Yet another day is gone,
Just the same old work to do,
Just the same old life to live.
Yet life is somehow different to me,
A feeling of emptiness has prevailed,
Are you the reason??
I hope not, ‘cos outside it’s the same,
At least that’s what I’m trying to show.
But deep down I know
I just need you.

So many memories, so much laughter,
Our life was a blast,
Now it’s a cliché, it’s somehow void,
Though I’m pretending that’s not true.
Life goes on; life takes away people you care about,
Reality is an illusion created by lack of alcohol.
People come and people go, but…
No one can replace you.

Who can say where the road goes?
Who can say if there’s life after death?
I’m on my way pops, I have to be,
It’s just that…
I’m missing you...

The contrasting duo - Love and life.

Life is a road, nothing you do can block the passage of time.
Life is a journey, though we are confused about the destination.
Love is euphoria, a reason to be missed by the loved ones.
Love is nostalgia, memory remains even if it is not there.

Life is a feeling, sometimes ecstatic, mostly dystopia.
Life is a waterfall, only static and mortal.
Love is a disobedient criminal, waiting for his capital punishment.
Love is like euphemism, only there is nothing called vice-versa.

Life is full of love, only if you are intelligent enough to choose it.
Life is a garden of hope if you don't know the meaning of expectation.
Love is a paranoia, a music for sensual instrument.
Love is life's own way of preserving memories.

Life and Love are two side of the river.
Love is the screen behind the mirror of life.
Life is the epitome of the abstraction of the observable universe,
Love is just our Milky Way within it.