13/02/17
Last year,on this day, everything that mattered changed and the change remained constant. Talking about now ,
The sillage that used to haunt ,kept on haunting. Kids living on the streets kept on dancing to the cacophony of the city.
The lost souls kept on wandering , wandering towards an aimless road and the meadows meanwhile yearned for the last bit of Hemingway which was as dead as the last beautiful autumn I witnessed.
Beautifully dead , yet alive.
I saw nothing against my window , not even a dimly lit sky but the paints on the pane.
There's a guy living opposite to my place sitting with his phone ,staring at it for a phone call probably ,
Facebook is full of red and pink and I could rarely skip those mushy posts about "How to surprise your boyfriend on Valentine's day",
There's a girl I see , who came by to meet my mom ,sitting right beside me messaging her crush mindlessly and smiling like an idiot ,
I smell someone baking caramel cake and ofcourse Alcohol ,
Somehow this time has a shade of too much red in it and I m seeing it in black or blue ,
All these reminded me of the spring that broke it's leg and a sleepy balcony with cherry wine succumbing to death,
Everything kept on moving , kept on being perfectly regular like morning newspapers with all the irregularities that came along with it ,And I on the other hand ,counting stars and losing count, kept on missing you.
