After all these days ?

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10  months , 21 days , 6 hours and 3 minutes .

Yes after all these days days , the changing seasons and skies  , 


still skipping the songs that I  used to listen when I first met you . 

Still carrying it all in my poor little heart  . oh very well I must say ! 


Still freezing in the shower thinking - still avoiding those novels  that reminds me of you.still working on  changing my playlist so it doest describe you anymore  !  


My fingers still turn numb , when I pen down anything that even in  minor sense relates to you . I guess ,It was all you .Or all of you in me ? 


After all these days , still comparing the difference you made  to my days then to what life from here  looks to me  now - all because of you  , 


Yes , still , chocking when it suddenly reminds me of how abruptly life take turns , 

Pretty weird Yh ? But still , after all these days , I still get teary eyed when my friends ask how has he been ? 


Still , Yh I wake up at 3:15 am and stare at the open sky until my eyes are dried up wondering , why did you do this ?

Still , looking for all the answers to all my questions  wish I could scream at you and ask . Why ? 

Still wondering- why was it me ? Or was it even me ? 


After all these days yes - was it meant to be ? Or is that even a thing like - it was meant to be ? 

after all these days , still trying my best to believe in existence of a feeling called - love , 

yet another day , - and ye another round of self  contemplating , when will all of this make sense to me ? 


After all these days - fully conscious of facts - fell so deeply to be rescued easy  this time, I know  but  - where do I categorize my feelings ? Blessing or a curse ? 


After all these days , still stringing back and forth between - 


Shall I forgive and forget ? 

or do I , 

Only need to forgive but never forget ? 




- Prachi Patel 

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