LAST YEAR
If my life is a collection of memories,
encompassed in a bottle,
It can just be filled with last year.
Last year, a new home was found,
A new land, where music resonates through leaves
of the trees, Where the trees light up the nights,
And the nights are sunnier than days,
And the days fleet away faster than seconds,
And the seconds are better than firsts,
And the first people you befriend are the last people you remain
friends with,
And the friends you make become soul mates.
And you thought you were destined to be alone
Last year.
Last year, it was a lesson to be unfeeling,
Unhurt; nonchalance took over nonsense.
Standing in front of many, the talk had been
easier, but conversations became tiring.
Tiring, had been to reciprocate, to be seen.
Last year, it was a lesson of being unfazed,
Uncaring. Growing up.
Last year, was about befriending.
From the serious, studious, funny,
to intelligent, complicated and simple.
From magical, quiet, interesting,
to adventurous, short-tempered yet nice.
Reals and virtual, socially awkward and
Socially active.
From the girl with music in her soul,
and the girl with innocence to the core,
to the girl with immense love to give.
And the boy with poems and songs,
to the boy obsessed with games and faceless musicians;
Or the guy who makes everyone laugh
yet feels alone standing over a bridge, ready to jump anytime.
Or the quiet guy ready to capture all the moments so eloquently, the
girl intoxicated with
sadness.
A girl, tiny and quiet, yet the broadest heart,
and sweetest smile.
Each etched in the memory like the letters and rhymes in childhood.
Last year, was a sister leaving home.
A room left unattended, a mother waiting for
her to come home.
Last year, has been about stray cats and dogs.
And taking one of them to home.
And raise it.
If my life is a land of memories,
last year must be the largest city.
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