Distant past

Forgotten pasts resurrect,

And reel back holding me,

Persuading to walk back those roads abandoned…

It flashed, the distant memory,

It doesn't hurt as before,

It doesn't pain as the flashes that recurred,

But it does bring a subtle wetness

Of tears, just as glitter, not to roll down.

The incessant self-denials

On analysing moments 

Had burdened the soul;

And at every other peak of it;

I crumbled in the closets in silent sobs…

And rest of the moments,

Smiled and laughed, and sported along!

To distract the me, decided for a haircut,

And as the lady finished,

She touched my face in a gentle pat…

My eyes couldn't stop the tear gush,

Though I managed that it doesn't roll,

The lady asked to check myself in the mirror,

And I looked into my eyes,

Though blurred, I saw me…

The me, 'lost' me,

I realised, it was years since 

I ever looked at myself in a mirror.

I was running away from myself,

And that moment I decided,

That I need to answer myself,

The denied questionnaires to be answered…

And then on, it was never the same anymore.

Still the melancholy rings within...