I thought and I racked my brains
To remember why the date seemed familiar
I could not recall
And today, It clicked.
I cannot believe, I did not remember.
It struck as momentous and yet I could not place my finger on it
Slippery slope, this memory is
Eroding away, identities, relations, time.
You are my ghost, you pass through me
When you smile at me, I revolve around you
Like moon is to earth
I am to you, wisps of the wind
Playing tricks, I see through you
As you pass right through me for you are my ghost
A friendly wisp of the wind, surrounding me.
Expressive eyes, hateful eyes
Of a child watching his mother being chastised, for reasons he doesn’t yet understand.
Curious eyes, hateful eyes
Of a long lost friend to jealousy, with a fake smile clapping mechanically
Weary eyes, hateful eyes
Of a person caught up in chains, as less deserving get ahead, watching in vain
Determined eyes, hateful eyes
Running away with heart filled with loathing, into the arms of solitude
Hateful eyes, concealing eyes
Reflecting hurt, invisible
Gathering storm, hence the silence
Waiting to unleash the love gone bad.