Pasting dusty bygone

Xpre$$!ons...

Its gone, gone and gone.
When I stand here, looking back
An abhorrent past plays,
Some good, many dire shades they are.
I walk there, up to it.
I did not wipe the dust.
Its gone, gone and gone.

I saw a smile in darkness…
and a light here and there.
They came laughing, sometimes!
but laughing went back they,
crying the laughter’s wrath,
I stood there.
The pages I left there and walked,
i reached so far from dust and…
there came a running laugh, it stayed.
Still there, I see front.
And laugh at ‘pasting dusty bygone’.
Its gone, gone and gone.

I have nothing to say…

Xpre$$!ons...

What was on the wall today?
but I kept gazing at,
the prosaic air in the room drew more grey lines,
Not a good thing, no.
It’s scary, and it’s abnormally anomalous
having anything to say.
I have no grief to rue on,
No pain to heal
No feeling to sense
But don’t take away what I have
I have nothing to say…

You walked away…

Xpre$$!ons...

And there came a day when everything died. She walked away and argued that it was my mistake. Agreed, I was running a race evading my own people but it happens. Everybody makes mistakes and its okay to make one, may be even if that multiplies it’s still okay. Not because I committed one, just because my idea of loving a person is not in the idea of owning ones time. I am hurt, and may be because this came as an appalling demeanor for me. I was not your enemy, I was your friend! You could have may be called for the last time, if you ever considered me a friend or may be once met in person to ask me why I am the way I am. You walked away girl, and then said you’re alone!