Thu, 24 Jan, 2019

Your Memories From The Past

By Arjun Dahal

Your memories from the past, Now prolongs my torments. I hadn't known, from when I started, Falling in love with you. It was the time, When you brought your hands, To have friendship with mine. Ever since, I have always tried to be unique, To keep my love shine.   I rode off the speed limit in front of you, Street Racer, I was. But you scolded, thus I obeyed. Now my friends are gonna renew their driving licence, And I have yet to issue mine. I started getting inside the field of music, You were vexed, Thus I obeyed, and left playing guitar. I jumped from the high cliff, You were crossed with me, thus I obeyed. You forbided me talking with the girls, Thus I obeyed. I bleeded my hands with glass and blades, Inking your name. Again you scolded, I obeyed and never repeated..   I always joked and joked, But you made me serious. You sms'ed me with your sweet words, My heart became nervous. Whenever I was in pain, You made me smile. Whenever I was left alone, You stopped for me a while. You shared your everything with me. And same I did. You learned everything about me, I was talkative and you succeeded. You expressed your love to me. Insanely happy, I nearly fainted. Your arms felt nice, When wrapped around my shoulders. And the way you used to speak to me, Seemed like a serenade. I would go dumb and blind, The moment when you whispered. You called me a monkey, I made it my favourite animal. But you were happy, Thus was I.   Silence, you were- For over a month. Silence you were- From your cellphone to the sms's. Silence you were- From your voice to your traces.     You returned back from your hiatus, And told me that you loved somebody else. And even told me to keep that as a secret.   My funny mind got high voltage shock, And Instantly I became dumb. My all thoughts and dreams, scattered within a flash.   Then Silence- I became. Silenced- I rambled on. Silenced- The days passed. Silenced- The talkative became mute. Horrified- My parents took me to the witch doctor. How could they knew? The spelled curse, was your sole.     You were in your own world. And I was counting the falling stars, Then and still now, asking for you. Was it a real joke, that you played with me? or, were you lying me by telling the truth? Thence, I have ¬†been wasted with your memories. Should I wait for you? Or should I wait, For the end of my heartbeat? Would you answer me please?

About Author: Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics, at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuwan University. His interests include Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review and Yellow Chair Review. His Poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Ann Arbor Review, and DWIT News. His published Nepali poems can be found via arjundahal.blogspot.com.