Hidden behind the trees,it peers at me
like a long lost friend...it stares.
Round misty eyes of compassion
with the look that says 'i know what you are walking through there'
I hasten on my path and try well to ignore it
whatever it is that stares
I quicken my steps with darting looks behind me
and pretend it isn't there
I curse it now under my breath
but look guiltily towards it too
For it was not it's fault
t'was me who had been wrong and foolish ever, through n through.
There had been many laughs
and smiles too....back then.
Shy glances of twinkling eyes
with a pink heart within.
All that times the voice in you says
'Stop' and turn back
But then o' so beautiful bliss of young love!
Dove'y eyes with long lashes
gaze at someone with racing heart
But it's not long before ,that the twinkle is gone
and you are nothing but a wilted self
All this i hear it whispering behind me
And i wonder why i look back and see!
For they say what is left behind is not to be sifted
and there sure is hope
My feet but strayed but with eyes of love.
I just gaze ahead,and walk
one mindless step in front of the other
but am aware of it walking behind me too!
Don't want to hate it,no more
nor want to feel sorry.
All i wish is to someday see it eye in eye
and just feel that it's part of me too.