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It made life so beautiful
Published by Abhilash Ravishankar on Friday, September 30, 2005 at 10:27 PM Now that we have moved on,
Now that I believe I have been liberated,
Now that I claim happiness,
I think of you.
As I sit and drink a cup of tea alone,
As I listen to the music in my room.
As I walk alone on the dim-lit roads,
I think of you.
I always had something for you,
I always dreamt of getting closer,
I always wanted us to stay apart,
I still think of you.
Yes, I think of you.
Yes, I still remember those words.
Yes, I am still haunted by the music.
Yes, I relive those moments in the cold.
Yes, I dream of long walks.
Yes, I wanted to utter those hallowed words.
Yes, I longed to be different.
>Yes, I see you right now.
But.....
No, I don't miss you.
No, I don't want to change myself.
No, I don't want to see what I used to see.
No, I don't want to lose myself.
And I don't regret what's happened
And I enjoyed those days of joy and anxiety
And I know - it was just a passing phase which made
Life so beautiful
Posted by Abhilash Ravishankar