Steps i crawl, distances i walk and then there are miles i run. Moment in and moment out, i pat myself. Pat for nothing but forgetting you. Pat for walking away and letting you walk away. Pat for freeing myself of all the good memories i had with you and for all the dreams i wanted to live with you. Freeing myself is no less than freeing you too. I still remember those initial days of my painful journey. Journey i took all alone to forget you. There were nights i was afraid of. I was afraid to be all alone. Afraid because i knew that you will cross my mind and my heart. Those were the nights when i screamed all silently to my God. I shouted, wept and asked Him why could not Cupid hit both of us together forever while hitting noone else for us. In all the tears, i hardly remember when i used to fell asleep. And then were mornings. Thought of not being with you was my first thought. Tears in my eyes. And a heavy heart. But a smile big enough to bluff everybody except me. Tears still roll down my cheeks when i remember those days. But i was strong. Strong to cover those miles. Strong to let go of all i suffered. But there are moments now also when i dont want to walk. I just want to be still. I just want to see life rolling infront. I am not walking in eyes of this world but i am travelling. Travelling in memory lanes. Those lanes remind me that somehow i still have a weakness for you. Weakness that reminds me of all the unwalked dream paths. We meet, we walked, we loved, we dreamt. And now we are again walking hand in hand but its not us walking on our dream roads but on lanes of my memory town
. If inception was true, i would have kept both of us in these lanes forever and ever. But then a sudden jerk of reality wakes me up from all my dreams and makes me stand in face of reality. Reality that i have no right to hold you, to hold thoughts of you. I wish if you could just stay. If you could just come along. These wishes force me to run with all the pace of this universe. Run to a place where i can feel nothing , can hear nothing. Nothing but sound of my breath. With every breath i wish i was never born. I wish if you could just come along.