you wonder looking into the mirror...
as if you watch them born...
as if they never happened but still they are
reflections of bygone...
you always want to be a forerunner...
and catch the rays of joy at the first dawn...
but something whispers to you...your hands are still full with
reflections of bygone...
i ask myself, my existence...
is it just a myth or a hope forlorn...
will i ever be able to stir away from those
reflections of bygone...
but i start to hear it bubbling...my happiness...
held in this emotional cauldron...
i need to let it spill and burn in the fire...to let go of them
reflections of bygone...
and slowly, the angst, the pain...
i had kept within me since long...
loosen their grip and i see them melting away in tears as...
reflections of bygone
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What is gone is gone,
The life ahead would not follow the reflections of bygone
wrote this for a friend... reflections are mere shadows we cast within ourselves....let the light in..:) to let them go...
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