it is still there -
what I thought I had long forgotten.
thrown in some dark corner of the mind,
unattended, unfed, left to die,
covered with creepers of hatred.
somehow, it managed to survive,
clean, unaffected by the creeper.
It's still breathing,
as if the dark corner of the mind
did not have any adverse effect on its survival.
that feeling,
I had tried to get rid of -
tried to bury some place –
where I would not be able to find it.
I did not know
it will take only a call from you
to break down the wall
between the accessible
and the forbidden part of the mind.
I did not know that your voice
would resonate in the chambers of the heart,
making every string vibrate,
replaying the sound of music
played years ago
when I had met you for the first time.
and, to tell you the truth -
despite all my attempts
to get you out of my head,
to ignore your presence in my thoughts,
I did not know I would love to hear your voice
and feel concerned about the hardships of your life.
I also did not know
that the long-forgotten song of love
would make me feel delighted
and not hurt with pain of loss.
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