Revisit

Revisiting a place which I
had left long ago,
gave me a mixed feeling.
The empty spaces that were
filled with nervous first taste
of kisses and shivering touches,
were not there.
They were filled up by unknown
faces I never knew,
and the ones whom I knew,
looked the other way as
they never recognized the boy
that I was, and yet

that feeling of an old scent somehow

takes me back to the days

when you were there.

Similarly, 

all the paintings that I had
are now old,

although once valuable and often invaluable

they are now not important as they

have no connection with the present

unless, just as a sunshine on a cloudy day.

Paints are often peeled here and there

And yet,

just like those places that I revisit

the feeling of an old scent tells me

you are there, somewhere

still thinking of me. 

This is how she is

I always felt that there was no end to any story

however much we try to conclude anything.

I always thought that matters finishes

and liquidate themselves into energy and then

spread into the vast Universe.

But feelings and emotions do not end

since they remain in us as our core drivers.

But some, force their feelings and 

try bringing them to their final state

not knowing that it is futile to do so.

They struggle, they cry and finally

they hide.

Thus, ever since you have hidden yourself

thinking that its a new life,

you will hardly ever realize that

it's a lie.

Because the energy is still burning inside,

and its flame is just like the fire

that we always leave after a campfire

until it lights up the whole forest.