To Everyone, but not you

I write to everyone today , but not you,

For some reason I believe my words don’t reach through

I write to the same address, the same people that I once knew,

And yet those who in the test of time are lost somewhere too

I write today in shear disbelief to everyone, hoping for an answer back,

Something to read to myself, when I know there’s something I lack

I write today with no complains, no regrets, not even a sight of what once remained,

In the many walks that I know I couldn’t quit, when I knew there was no one on my side

I would talk to myself; I would often find meaning in the words I write today,

When I could write to everyone, but not you; to my utter dismay

If I could reason my life, and think of one excuse that I could give myself,

I would rather choose to not answer the unknown, and the reasons that I must dwell

I often sit silently, hoping that the past would change,

And trying to look for some meaning in whatever remains,

I find a time so fresh in my memory still, I cannot comprehend,

No matter how far I move along, I know my memories won’t end

I write to every bit of past life, but not you today,

I have no reason to be lost, and yet I cannot seem to find a way

I write to my fallen memories, in my diaries where I put down my life,

And yet I cannot seem to find you, and for a single hope I sometimes strive,

I write to everyone I know, but not you today somehow,

Don’t ask me what the reason is, our choices made us what we are now.

And when the silence fills the night, and we sit with nothing to do,

I will still have so many things to write, but somehow I can no longer write to you.

Many of us this day

Many of us, wait for this week to end and the month to go by, while many sit with memories that for them has redefined time. Many of us will end this day, like every other, no changes to contemplate, while many will simply plan ahead, for that change that comes in time.

Many of us, tonight will pick up a fight trying to push everything that life throws at us, and many will simply be lost in the every growing life’s rush. Many will find no time to share what their happy about or what brought them down today, while many talk to many others while looking for their own day to make. Many of us will write our day’s worth in scribbles and pages of our diaries to which no one shares a glimpse, and as we keep the pen do, close the diary and breathe a sense of relief.

 

Many of us will sit on floors way above the ground, and many will simply relieve what we have already found. Many of us will watch the rain trickle down large window panes and sink on their warm office seats; many will simply keep a warm heart and wait for our silent retreat.  Many of us will disbelieve in bad news and cheer for good news alike, and some will simply be unchanged, non perplexed by the change that surrounds us every day; every night.

Many of us will hope for a change to come and not knowing that change was already there all along, as we keep listening and hoping for an undying song. Many of us will be living their dream jobs or working for a dream and yet some of many of us will always lie unseen. Many of us will flow with the flow in life, and some who will seem to strive and yet many of us will be waiting for someone to confide. 

Many of us will change our ways as we keep going back to the address we call our home, and in our own way, many of us will have the best of our memories to own. Many will walk the lonely walk, many will hold hands and yet many of us will live in the hope that someone apart from ourselves will understand. Many will keep looking for that perfect moment in time, and many will realize what they have is real, and yet it is but beauty sublime.

I don't love you because. .

I don’t love how the day ends today or how tomorrow begins,

Just how different tomorrow is, and how much is unseen

I don’t love the rain on my face, sunshine on a cold winter day,

Just the fact that when I need to, I can still feel them today

I don’t love that you were there, or when you go away,

Just the feeling I can still be myself once more and yet insane

I don’t love promises that were made and yet never fulfilled in time,

And yet I look forward to be honest to you, to what truly is mine

I don’t love you like strands of music or even pages of a book,

I just love you because of everything you are, when I have no where to look,

 

I don’t love you because of special days and presents still,

I just simply love you for the time you spend with me of your own free will

I don’t love you because you define what I can or cannot be,

I love you because in spite of all that, you take me for what is the real “me”

I don’t love you because you changed beyond what I understand,

I love you because you tell me sometimes in life we cannot pretend

I don’t love you because of faith or trust or even honest regrets,

I just love you because of times I knew would always last,

                                                                  Some that we could never forget.

I don’t love you because you chose to be different, far away,

I just loved you, because I believed atleast my friend was here to stay

I don’t love you because of what I feel, and what I can and cannot take back,

I just know I loved you with my friendship, something true that’s all I had.

I don’t love you, because you tell me you can never be in love,

I just loved you because I wanted to know how much love was enough

I don’t love you because you are always mine,

But rather because you will always be far away and yet. . .

                                                                          . . . .with me till the end of time