Saturday, October 27, 2012

Sing Song.


It was 2010  I remember, when you fell in love with me.
It was 2010 I remember, when I was madly in love with someone else.
It was 2010 I remember, Delhi was shining in one of its glorious winters.
It was 2010 I remember, when we'd get stoned at eight in the morning.
It was 2010 I remember, when I heard you play your guitar.
It was 2010 I remember, when you sung me 'Love Me Tender'.
It was 2010 I remember, when I couldn't stop smiling.
It was 2010 I remember, when I actually contemplated between you and him.
It was 2010 I remember, when he beat me up.
It was 2011 I remember, when you started disappearing on me; slowly but surely.
It is 2012 now.
I'm thinking of you tonight.
I wonder where you are.
I wonder how you're doing.
I wonder if you're singing the same song to someone else.

7 comments:

  1. The beautiful thing about your writing is that it makes me ponder long after I've read these lines. (:

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  2. The transparency in you stuns me sometimes. This quality of always saying as it is at all times is particularly endearing. Each word, so simple, yet so powerful.

    And as for the men who sing to you and those you beat you up, they're all idiots. You're made for magic/

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  3. I want to cry. I love this.

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  4. Sometimes memories are all that you have to go back to.

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  5. I know what this feels like.
    I know what it feels like to think of them, and wish they were there with you, still in love with you, singing you the same song, with maybe you humming along. And then actually do the cliched, will-never-admit-that-it-actually-feels-good, falling asleep in their arms, wearing their shirt.
    I know what it feels like to think of them, and that's just it - nothing more, nothing less, no other wishes whatsoever. Move on to whats on TV tonight.

    ... Frankly I prefer the latter kind of wishing.

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  6. Oh fuck. This opened the floodgates of memory.

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