You'v moved on..

Wherever you go
I know you miss me..
When you wonder at things you come across
I know u wonder how it would be to tell me..
When the radio plays our song
I know u think about our smiles..
When you'r lost in your thoughts
You try not not to think bout me sitting beside you..
When ur cell beeps
I know u silently wish its from me..
When u stand at a  long hallway ahead
I know you wish  if I run through to hug u tight..
When ur doodling sitting in cafe
U remember the superman u drew in my notebook..
When ur drenched in the untimely pours..
U miss the walk together in clouds..
When you'r staring across the window
I know u think id come by and save you..

And still you say you'v moved on..

Leave the peices..

The cell phone beeped, "Im in town.Wanna meet you.For old time sake.Do call".
And the past flashed back.
"We will be friends forever."
"Ill stick by your side till end."
She always lost when it came to friends and family.The lifelines of her life.
But not this time.Its been 13 months that she has taught herself how to be on her own. From everyday jiggles to sunked loneliness, from the morning blues to rushed noon, blank evenings to midnight cries, she came a long way.
'I must call Nina, so what she wished me late in evening, at least she remembered my birthday.But it would be so awkward to call after 2 months.But then again I promised to be with her through thick and thin..
Was she there when I was losing it all?'

Does this mean Im that lonesome person whose existence doesnt matter to people who vowed to take care of her? Lets roll back.So who all called me in past 7 8 months? A few of my girlfriends from school, 2 who are in town but im there "just in case" friend...
Oh my god! Theres practically no body to whom my existence matter! I had taken the first steps to be in contact but it simply doesnt bother them.What a fool iv made of myself infront of Ajay when I told him that i have people in my life.

Its time to accept it.I better.Maybe its the following phase after the shatter.
Like when the glass, made out of perfect coincidence of barren sand when struck by sudden lightening, form into an amazingly beautiful bond- Glass, taking a particular shape, and has to be handled carefully until a small crack appears..and then the crack is glued just so to make the glass continue to dazzle by its beauty..but the scar remains..and then one day a bigger crack breaks the glass to shards..
For a long time these shards through their peculiar shapes and sizes reflect the bygone light and make u realise what wonderful dream it was once..and leave u mesmerised for a long long time..
You try to pull it again, trying to join all the peices..day after day u work on it and wonder what if it again takes back its original shape and beauty..But darling..it wont happen.

When you are done trying..and I hope you soon learn to give up that..you make the bitter decision to leave the shards..the peices..
Its time to move to another beach..