Yugantar Writes

You should see me walk now, Or, maybe you shouldn't But I know you would not recognize me, or at least stare for a minute before having a hint. Buy, If you see me walking, on these streets where I once imagined walking with you. Hand in hand, like we once did, The road leading to your house; Carefree- it never mattered who were all around. The only thing we thought about was how your hands, fit so perfectly in mine. Because it was all just fine. I was always fine. But, Those hands that once held yours They rest restlessly in my pockets now; In a town, that is mine but is new. On these streets, that aren't but feels new. Sounds awful, But, it’s heavy to stay standing For my heart is half the size When you’re gone. You know, You should see me walk now, Or, maybe you shouldn't. I have forgotten to know things, Like, how it's like to walk and know where you're walking to; Know where you want to end up And just simply go there. I'

Let me make it clear at the beginning, neither am I the motivational speaker or preacher nor the guy who pushes you to get more of yourself. I am just trying to share what I feel about ourselves. Believe me, we are just normal. We cannot get over anything right? Yes, that’s us; typical teenagers. We are hard at ourselves sometimes and sometimes too soft. We have typhoon swirling in our minds. It's the storm of agony, thunder of love, the avalanche of anger, the flood of woe, and sometimes the slight zephyr of motivation. You find yourself on parabolic curve of a function concave both downwards and upwards- sometimes you get yourself at the local maxima and sometimes at local minima. That's typical of us, completely normal; believe me. Just little things wandering over our minds every time! Depressions, broken relationships, hardships, boring classes, just a bit of cigarette you started smoking from yesterday, the lecture of mechanics you missed or that wonderful girl fro