6. QUESTIONS OF PAST
Dust curls up, choking my throat
I sneeze, I cough
Sweat is upon my brow
My hands and feet feel so dirty and weary.
Various stuff from various periods in my life
Are all pushed away in a frantic search
A search to understand, to feel, to refresh
A time that is like a raincloud above my head.
It's a time, where dreams caressed my cheek
When nothing was of much importance
It was a time, ignorance was not laughed on
A time which was bitter than but sweet now.
Finally, with a great tug I freed the treasure
That would forever be stuck in that time
My dusty, nimble fingers trace the leather bound cover lovingly
Brushing the dust off and cleaning it carefully.
With bated breath and matured eyes
I slowly decided to plunge in the past
Skimming through childish, loopy writing
I am struck with wonder at how different, how innocent and how immature I was.
A play ground, girls in pigtails, laughter so loud
Smiles so infectious and childish hand gestures
Are images that fly across my head
Letting me be a temporary visitor to that period of time.
My eyes finally rest on the entry I was searching for
A page filled with childish calligraphy and loopy drawings
Eighteenth day of the eight month, August
Is noted as a special day.
Reading through sentences written hastily
To contain the excitement, happiness and nervousness
It just fills my heart with warmth and my eyes with tears
For in that childish scrawl, lies words that still mean so much.
Those words may have been written in haste
But the feeling behind those words are still etched in heart and mind
The innocently and boldly scrawled questions
Are ones yet to have an answer.
Looking around the dust filled room
I see nothing except memories of the past and present
In midst of all that, I still see you
The one for whom all these questions are for.
How many years had it been?
How many deceptions to bear?
How many tales to spin?
How many seconds to wonder?
Why? Why? Why?
Is the feeling so hard to see? So hard to recognize?
Can you stop being such a puzzle?
Let me figure you out, please?
Just make your decision, make up your mind
It doesn't matter whatever happens
Don't hold it for too long, let it out
Stop making people just go mad.
I am feeling weary, tired and years older
The world is grey and dull and confusing
Years back, it used to be filled with so many colours
Because of some questions, it's getting colourless day by day.
Brightness and darkness depend on the answer
But, how to answer an unknown question?
A question that was never voiced out loud to you
A question that rises in so many heads.
There's a hope, just one small spark
Fate has it in Her hands
That these questions will be answered
One day in the unpredictable Future.
For now, I close the book and stroke it's leather bound cover again
Sadly smiling at memories that were once life's biggest troubles
Sighing, I leave it in it's place, completely clean
And I slowly walk out of the Kingdom of Dust.
I leave the past where it is
I'll leave the questions as it is
'Cause I know no question is never answered
For Future has many a surprise.
Hello dear readers,
So, this poem may have been quite confusing but it was a passing thought...it's about a differences in time. Does any of you own a diary or used to? I still do except now, my entries are so irregular...life's been so boring with school work and deadlines all the time, that I wonder if I am perhaps a robot.
Anyway, if you do have a diary...this is about a diary, a specific entry. Hope you like this poem. =)
Dedicated to @nurjan16 - for being a nice friend =)
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