Our stories in time

I know we have been telling storiesStories about things that wereAnd some that were notTaking these walks togetherTo the beginning of time where it all began and changed our worldsTo moments where everything stood stillAnd to ones when it didn't make any sense at allWhen did we start really ?Peeping through these windows togetherLooking backImagining …

She loved the ocean

She had always loved the oceanEven as a childPapa clicked pictures of her standing near the water, just close enough till her feet touched that first waveBut that was her - she would run down to the waterArms spread wideAnd then stop - right where the waves beganHe used to lift her up to touch …

Her

-------------- I -------------------The steps I retraceThe mistakes I remember in a dazeMemories trapped and sealed in closed jarsAll those words that stain the walls of my brainOf loss and regretsTears that never did well downShallow quivers in my voice they could not tellAnd shaky hands as I tried to push aheadDefinitions are hardFor so long …

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