Shriyandhaa's space

  The rain fell from the sky,  Drenching all of us together.  I held the umbrella, waiting for them to join, They took it, and went away.  One or two of them turned to thank me,  But none of them stayed and asked me to join. I stood rooted to the spot, staring at the puddles,  Staring at my reflection, wavered by ripples. Raindrops or tears? I didn't know,  But I knew they'd left me all alone.  The sun, blazing in the sky,  I sit under a tree, hiding in the shade,  And they all come to me,  Sit beside me, sweet talk me,  Slowly push me away.  Until they're all crowded together,  Laughing merrily as I stare;  Left under the burning sun, back on fire,  Sweat or tears? I didn't know,  But I knew I didn't want to be right there.  The sky was beautiful, the sunset painting a scenery,  As I watched from the balcony, eyes wide with surprise.  And they all came to me, fooled me with charm, As yet...

  Time forces forward motion,  But my mind would like to stay in the past.  I would like to remain in the state  I always was.  I am the passenger  Who doesn't want to wear the seatbelt.  The present constantly accelerates, But my mind craves rest, in the past  Where I belong. That's where the jerk happens; A violent snap of the neck Or loosing footing; Being forced forward,  While I look back. Falling through the gap Where my two selves collide.  Wishing I could relive it all just once more. Fumbling to keep memories close.  Falling, as they slowly fade.  One thing that never will fade Is the memory that I knew,  Very well,  That I was having fun.  The mere echoes of laughter,  Feeling of inner warmth,  Feeling of home.  Everyone else seems so light; They accept the change.  I might be a stubborn person Who refuses to budge; Who refuses to move  With the ever-increasing time, That decrea...