That tag line, always makes me redirect my thought process to 'moving-on'. Isn't that something we all do? And when we can't, we have a zillion friends who pop out from nowhere, prodding us to. To move on, that's what we are all expected to do. See something sad? Move on. See something good? Enough of the show, move on.
That phrase is so stuck up and so necessary, that all my life, I've told myself to move on, yet found myself hung on to past memories in an inexplicable fashion. I tell everybody, I've moved on, but there I am, trying to win the game, to prove it, when I haven't. I have pretended to move on so much, that I am unable to move on from the things I wish to.
Dad gets a transfer. Have to leave a place with people you've grown up with, played with, fought with, cried with, shared with. But it's okay. Move on.
Come to a new place. Make new friends . Schools over? Move on.
New college. New friends. Some old. Still move on to fresher memories in the make.
Moving on. Is it a part of human nature? Or a 'nature' forced upon. What if, this once. I don't want to move on. I want to live in the past memories. Then?
This moving on that we do. When does it stop? When can we not 'keep-walking'? Is it the sole purpose of our life? To find newer retentions?
Yeah you and I both know the damned protocol. Just Keep Walking.
I am looking for signs all around me...
One hint, a warning maybe?
Make it easier. Why don’t you just tell me?
The stars are shining at their brightest. Only, a little too bright.
My eyes hurt, looking for clues, connecting the dots...
It’s hard reading between the lines.
Your antics bother me...
Your sudden silences, trouble me. Why don’t you just say it out loud?
This game, this maze is falling apart. It’s fun no more...
Because somewhere down the line, I feel like I’ve lost you and much more.
Let’s end it here. Right here.
I’ll call it quits if it pleases your ego.
Please just let me know. Make that closure from your lips.You should have left for Bangalore. It's going to be a hard day's work, with you and I both in the same city.
With you some miles away, memories would have faded into oblivion a lot faster. It's going to be hard to control myself from sending you a message, to feel like a fool each time.
To feel that love stinging every vein in my body. To want to forget, is just not going to be easy.
Oh! So you're staying back for that girlfriend of yours? Well, that makes it all the more painful for me doesn't it? It's unfair, what you are doing to me. I still haven't healed, you are taking away the chance for me to. You're going to be happy, I still haven't healed.
Don't offer me your balm. It really burns.
Just stay away. Please go away to Bangalore or at-least lie to me that you're there. Keep those snippets of yourself with you. Change your number, do something, rid me of this affliction/addiction.
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