of sudden realisation and yearly events.

..wake up boy!
we can't have you clinging
on the hopes of yesterday can't we?

of silent sighs and constant wonderings.

don't run doing small , foolish things
that you think will make you happy,

i know you're not.

of extended takes and discarded tissue papers.

being with you is
one heck of a rollercoaster.

a ride of joy,
and happiness,
But also of pain,
and sadness..

but given the risk,
it's a ride i'm willing to take,
over and over.

of lingering past and today's condolescence.

tell me,

how can i compete,
with a ghost that's never there,
except in your heart?

you're right..
i can't..

of giving up and letting go.

i'm tired.

tired of you.

tired of pretending to be happy,
and mostly,

tired of being alone.

of certain apologies.

sorry if i neglect this blog for a certain time...
and now,
let the stories commence..

of reluctances and ghosts of the past.

"..it feels like home when i'm with you.."