To the simple things in life

Let me let you forget, the tale that ended in despair. Let me let you abandon, the desire of wanting each other. Let me not think of us anymore and i will let you go for once and for all. Let me free from your thoughts. Shun the past, let bygones be bygones. I'll let your heart beat for me no more. I know i don't deserve it anymore. Let me let you forget, all that wasn't ours. We were a sinking ship, we always were. Let's not force it to float anymore. Ill let myself  to flow along the waves. Let me take you to flow along. Our destinations might be different, our paths could be same. Let me let you forget, the heartbreak, the loss the love!

This morning i finally had some time for myself and for me the best way to utilize it, is to go through my old writings. Yes i'm mundane and i know it. These were essays from school. Creative writings as they call them. I still remember the  depression soaring every time  we were asked to write. I hated to write once. Probably because back then it was compulsory. Now it's more to do with my own desire to compose, when and how that is. Isn't how you become a good writer? So as i was rummaging through old text books, i came across an essay i was asked to write in my 7th grade. Counting my years back, it must be 12 years ago, if not more. The essay was titled " Strange Couple". The class as dictated by my English teacher then, was supposed to compose an essay about a couple who seemed strange. It was all a game of imagination. So without further ado, i started penning down. The couple was pretty clear in my head  because it was just a few days back a friend read me

Ha! I have been wanting to write it for so long,every time i have lost that temper of mine which by all definitions has a very short tolerance. Trust me it has happened more than often. The funny or rather amusing thing about your whole life tagged as a short-tempered individual is that you fail to realize or comprehend whether you are a victim or the culprit. There's one  side of the story depicting you as a cruel,heartless,self-centered loser while the other side treats you as a sick who needs help. The world is divided here. Immensely. We tend to  loose that patience on  everything that is not done our way. Being impatient is second nature to us. The composure loses before the results even arrive. That by all means makes me a villain but having a reality check on yourself is always fruitful. To make things even worse, you feel guilty every time you lose that temper of yours. The voices in the head pinch the hell out of you every now and then making you feel burdened of a cr