Come back when you have all the time of the world
Almost a whole life,
I have lots to talk to you!
Come back when we can finally sit face to face,
Without the worries of the world.
I have lots to ask.
I want to ask were the lies really necessary?
Or was it that the truth became as meaningless as the lies?
By then!
No! you do not have to segregate them.
Not, if you do not want to.
You can remain as entwined in both.
But, let me ask anyway!
Come back with the memories of this life.
I want to ask you about the time you finally turned back and walked away.
Did you reach where you wanted to go?
Or did you wander in the wonder-less spectacle of the world that you created?
I want to hear how did the new life finally treat you?
Was it really as novel?
I hope it was.
Hope it was not a newly coated version of the one you had been living thus far!
I have often seen those being offered!
Scratch the surface, and it's same old! same old!
I agree though familiarity has its appeal.
Come back when you have all the time of the world,
I have so much to tell you!
I have to tell you how something termed as filial love,
Turned into romantic love.
No. I will not call it incest.
I don't believe in judging love.
It is one of those truths and untruths till you see what suits you better.
I have seen it.
You will say, you lived it!
So what! Listen to the viewer's perspective too.
You have time now.
And I had the advantage of being in the balcony seat.
Come back when no one is looking for you!
I have to tell you how each road of my known city changed,
So much so that I started avoiding them.
Have I already told that?
Never mind!
Its another life.
That kind of repetition is allowed.
The kind that is not allowed are the ones that resemble rotational motion.
The kind that makes people think its a story akin to waves and the sea shore.
However far one may go, one would definitely return!
Those repetitions create illusion of certainty.
And I have to tell you about uncertainty now.
And how it plays out.
And how words said to one repeated to another, still sound as sweet.
You would say, "I know!!
I have lived it!"
I would say, "So what!
You can listen to the witness too.
You finally have time!"
Almost a whole life,
I have lots to talk to you!
Come back when we can finally sit face to face,
Without the worries of the world.
I have lots to ask.
I want to ask were the lies really necessary?
Or was it that the truth became as meaningless as the lies?
By then!
No! you do not have to segregate them.
Not, if you do not want to.
You can remain as entwined in both.
But, let me ask anyway!
Come back with the memories of this life.
I want to ask you about the time you finally turned back and walked away.
Did you reach where you wanted to go?
Or did you wander in the wonder-less spectacle of the world that you created?
I want to hear how did the new life finally treat you?
Was it really as novel?
I hope it was.
Hope it was not a newly coated version of the one you had been living thus far!
I have often seen those being offered!
Scratch the surface, and it's same old! same old!
I agree though familiarity has its appeal.
Come back when you have all the time of the world,
I have so much to tell you!
I have to tell you how something termed as filial love,
Turned into romantic love.
No. I will not call it incest.
I don't believe in judging love.
It is one of those truths and untruths till you see what suits you better.
I have seen it.
You will say, you lived it!
So what! Listen to the viewer's perspective too.
You have time now.
And I had the advantage of being in the balcony seat.
Come back when no one is looking for you!
I have to tell you how each road of my known city changed,
So much so that I started avoiding them.
Have I already told that?
Never mind!
Its another life.
That kind of repetition is allowed.
The kind that is not allowed are the ones that resemble rotational motion.
The kind that makes people think its a story akin to waves and the sea shore.
However far one may go, one would definitely return!
Those repetitions create illusion of certainty.
And I have to tell you about uncertainty now.
And how it plays out.
And how words said to one repeated to another, still sound as sweet.
You would say, "I know!!
I have lived it!"
I would say, "So what!
You can listen to the witness too.
You finally have time!"
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