some days

Some days, all it takes is your name. Your name that fills my heart with longing all over again. The longing that never really left me - only suppressed. And then I realize that all my efforts to forget about you are totally fruitless. It seems as if you never left me. It also seems as if you abandoned me just yesterday. I begin to smell you on me. I begin to hear your voice in my room - or whichever room I am in; it doesn't really matter anymore.

Some days, I make myself believe that you still love me and it still makes me feel like the luckiest Guy alive. Then I start building so many walls around me. Vow to myself that I shall never think of you again - that you have no place in my heart but all it takes is your name to bring me back to the starting point - to make me start working hard towards building those walls. It is not fair.

Some days, I wake up in the morning and all I want to do is hear a knock on my door with your smiling face telling me that you have crossed all the oceans and come to me for the rest of time.

Some days, I believe that love doesnt really have a past tense. Its either you never truly loved or you never really stopped.

Some days, I am convinced that I am going to turn around a corner of a busy street or perhaps a park and bump into you. You will tell me that you came here for me - that there was no better place to be.

And somedays, all it takes is your name - uttered by a complete stranger in the late night hours - to make me realize that I am back to where I was years ago. I complete the circle one more time.

Cycle of replacement mein muhabbat ki replacement nahi hoti... I don't forget.