But, I don’t want to rewind!
Why do the memories haunt me?
Why do the faces flash before my eyes?
Neither I can get them back, nor do I wish to!
Some stings still lie fresh,
Like the hot molten wax from the dying candle
The unhealed wounds, the sleepless nights
The woebegone me abhors this cesspool!
Maybe looking back in anger
But that is what I can do
For, I know not how to treat it
With garlands or wreaths!
This loathsome snobbish past
I won’t let it carry all the credit
Although I do admit its contribution,
Yet I can’t permit it to take the limelight.
Mistakes and failures I’ve made
Remind me not of them, but
How I’ve survived them and am still alive
How the realisation dawned and I’ve accepted them!
I don’t look forward as well
For its scary, giving me jolts!
Hoping to patch up the dreary past as well
The gift of the present lying still unwrapped
Now is the time to open and relish it!