Why am I not feeling mature enough, to hold back to my problems?
Why do I keep on crying?
Why do I have to undergo those insomniac nights?
Am I still that little, to be lullabied?
Please tell me if a lullaby will help me sleep deep.
Keeping aside all my problems.
I guess lullaby is the only rope, which will help my thoughts
for him, to attempt a suicide successfully.
I wish him a long life but on a sentence,
And that’s I can rest in peace for ever.
Because, every time and everything holds our memories,
Do I have to move on to a new place?
But what about the memories engraved in my heart?
How should I vanish them?
If not vanish,
Can I just bury them back, from where they aroused?
Then should keep on wailing and keep bearing, the wrath of his memories.
Why do I still feel, that a day will come, when he will be back.
He has moved on…
A new house, new mates, new memories leaving behind
that bonfire, where we used to enjoy sitting together.
Then why am still lying around that bonfire?
It is hope that he will be once back turning around.
It’s an obsession
Obsessed I am…..