An old letter
One day suddenly, the door of the memories opened,
I found an old letter,
Yes! another letter, which I had no idea when did I write
But, the words were enough to remind,
Remind, the long-forgotten story,
The story of us.
A swarm of bees hovered inside my mind,
I wondered how happy I used to be even on the tiniest clue from your side.
Your voice was enough to chase my blues away and bring my happiest smile,
Crap! Something, I still pine.
Home used to be my happy place until one day you cracked the window of my heart,
By all means, you got yourself registered there permanently, like a home away from home, happily.
Oh yes! That's true, I still keep turning and returning to that secret place inside.
Years later now when the box of memories opened,
A storm of nostalgia hit my face hard and took my breath away,
Flabbergasted, I stood there thinking of the times we couldn't stop thinking about each other,
And laughing at the times, we don't think about each other a bit!
I pondered how life reveals everything:
Every promise is a myth; every word turns inutile,
Oh! Time, the time my dear friend, heals everything is just a little white lie,
It might heal, but the scars that it leaves is a fact unscrutinized.
I sat down there on the bed, in front of the mirror,
I had no other option but to smile and cheer,
The swarm of bees disappeared,
The story of us no more belongs to us,
It's just there inside my head.
So, I found an old letter,
But, I tore it in fear,
The fear of not finding it again,
And I sat there in a smile with tears.