Lost...

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In an attempt to find life, I found you.

It seems ages now. I am trying to swim in the waters passed you. Swim across the waters.
Sea-sickness…that’s what you gave me. And an irresistible sea-walking desire on a full moon night.

Tears…flood…rain…waterfall…life…
Love…expectation…a half-forgotten song…
Your memories of me...vouchsafed!

A chill goes down my spine. Too many words, fears, desires, anxieties, craving, expectations, promises, and broken hearts!

You and I are lost in the game we played.

Comments

Cocktail Party said…
Would you like to take it as a lost game (or) a memorable game that is close to your heart and would pave way for better games in future? Personally would suggest not to take the bad games to your heart (and) to get excited about a good game only when you have the trophy in your hand... But our mind plays games with our heart that sometimes scars it forever....
June 24, 2011 at 2:03 AM
Cocktail Party said…
Would you like to take it as a lost game (or) a memorable game that is close to your heart and would pave way for better games in future? Personally would suggest not to take the bad games to your heart (and) to get excited about a good game only when you have the trophy in your hand... But our mind plays games with our heart that sometimes scars it forever....
June 24, 2011 at 2:05 AM
moon.attic said…
Thanks for the comment. I take it as a memorable game...of course. A game that made me know life, made me know myself the way I never knew before.

What I meant by lost is we lost ourselves in the game we played :)
June 24, 2011 at 10:51 AM
TheSanyal said…
its really good.. keep it up... n mon er mukhorota... mon thik e besh emon kore ei ber korte thako...
all the best..!!!
July 2, 2011 at 8:42 AM
moon.attic said…
Thanks Sourabh :)
July 2, 2011 at 11:20 PM
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