Where are those days were people used to actually talk?
When they had the time to look into someone's eyes and speak their heart,
When they sat next to each other without any gadgets,
But holding their hands.
Where they used to lie down on the ground,
Looking at the sky,
They found 'Seven Sisters',
And taking their time for the dreams to unfold.
Where are those days where a single flower from the lover was considered so precious,
That it was secretly kept in between the pages of your favorite book?
Where there was no Facebook or Instagram to declare your love,
But used to spend days with hope waiting for their loved ones' letters.
Where are those days where there was a Romeo for a Juliet?
A Mr. Darcy for an Elizabeth?
A Majnu for a Laila?
And a Dante for a Beatrice?
May be I'm just an old soul,
Looking for true love and kindness in this robotic world,
Or may be I'm in wrong space and time where I don't belong,
I think I should get back to my time machine.
Fallen leaves lying down in disgrace,
While waiting to be crumbled and crushed by others,
They feel the ground, so cold and dead,
And see the grey sky with no ray of hope.
They remember the spring when they were new and fresh,
So beautiful, green and tender,
They were the best companions of the tree whom they adored,
And shared everything with each other so that they could grow.
Then came the summer where they loved to give shelter,
To everyone who came to them from the scorching sun,
Or from the downpour in June,
Their compassion and care helped others to live, love and breed.
In autumn, they brought colors into life,
The trees adorned them like precious ornaments,
Enjoying everyone's attention and praise,
They were at their peak.
Then, they started to fall,
Some even didn't try,
But others gave a fight with the wind,
Not willing to let go off that tiny little connection with their mate.
Lying on the ground they can see the bare tree, their old companion,
The squirrels, birds and the insects to whom they gave shelters to,
And the people who found shade under them too.
So now, they are waiting for winter eagerly,
To cover themselves with snow,
To erase all the memories,
To forget and to be forgotten.
Dear my younger self,
It’s been a long time that I didn’t write to you. But you know that I miss you a lot. We had such a wonderful time together. I still remember those days where I was still learning not only the academic stuff but also about the society and the world itself. That was the time where I started to broaden my mind and started accepting the people from different backgrounds. I went to several states, saw people who spoke different languages and followed different culture and traditions. You made so many friends and some of them are so good that I can keep for lifetime and share my secrets. You learned about technology including computer which is helping me now to connect with my parents and friends even though we are miles apart. You read so many books and gave me a wonderful space to hide each time. Your sleepless nights with your friends where you roamed the streets enjoying street foods gave me sweet memories to remember for the life.
I’m not afraid to tell you that you did some mistakes too. You were so poor in making decisions about your own life which had a great impact on me later. You were so naive to trust people who were not good enough for your time and attention and got hurt so many times. Sometimes, you were so stubborn to accept the facts because you thought that you were right and were not even thinking about other possibilities. Lack of wisdom made you to jump on certain opportunities and then to get disappointed later. You didn’t have the patience to wait for the best ones to come and opted for the things which you thought were good for the time being.
I know that I gave you a list of mistakes that you did which affected me a lot but I want to assure you that I love you a lot. It’s because of you, who made me who I’m today. I learned a lot from all the mistakes you did. Time made you to go for a trial and error method and I got all the results. You gave me bitter and sweet memories which is essential for a good life.
At last, I want to tell you that I would really like to visit you but you know that it’s not possible. I will always keep you in my thoughts as you are so dear to my heart.
Your older self
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