The Tree

I always focus on what is directly ahead of me, that’s why I suppose I did not notice it even though it stood in very close proximity to me. I looked to my left only after he pointed it out. My preliminary reaction was "poor tree", it looked like it had been through a war, the contrast of the surrounding greenery so fresh and lush yet this poor tree stood bare and naked.

That moment…that time, I felt like the tree looked. Listening to my past from another’s perspective was confusing for me, it brought to me the realisation of how self-absorbed I was and how I overlooked some very crucial sentiments and let so much float away unnoticed.

Is there any point brooding over this now? My mind is rewinding and playing again and again the words, the laugh, the awkwardness, the wants…Mera Kuch 

Samaan tumhare paas parha hai

Sawun ke kucch bheeghey bheeghey din rakhey hain
Aur mere ik khut main lipti raat parhi hai
Wo raat bhujha doh mera woh samaan lauta doh……………..

Closure was the purpose but instead it opened up several untouched boxes containing harsh reality and emotions gone by.

What to do with these now?

I needed that closure I did not need to know how, why and when...
I savoured every word but I did not want it!

I ask myself how do I move on now after refreshing all these thought’s?