Pictures..

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I stare at the pics,
And think about the moments they eclipse.
Happy expressions caught in
The silver frame-
Are forever imprinted in paper,
To be seen and cherished,
As a distant past.
Perhaps never to come back.
I lose myself,
Down the memory lane.
Coz that’s what brings the smile still.
Yet as thoughts strike me,
The Shadows seem darker,
Somehow- as I tend to cling to them.
I wish, I could get unstuck-
Move away from all that
Binds me.
Constricts my flow.
I am not a dreamer-
Of endless possibilities,
That bely reality.
Caution dictates my way.
I have never lost
My faith-
Placing my hopes,
In your words.
I always have tried,
Looking for the catch.
Perhaps only to
Escape, blameless.
What am I scared of,
I wonder-
Of letting go-
Believing in you.
Is it just my crooked channel
Of thoughts,
That spiral out of nowhere,
Yet uncoil the venom,
Evincing, no protest from me.
Or is it,
The temptation of
Losing, before the fight
To save me
From my rivulets?
These are some
Of the questions,
I dare not answer.
For the coward
in me would cower-
To the wise words,
And the silver linings.
Or maybe,
The essence of truth,
That I have blinded myself,
Not to seek.