Donot cling to your past,I heard some day,read somewhere..
And I too gave up on the past,a childhood with very few good memories,
First and last time shared with someone,then silently kept it locked,or threw it away..
I donot even remember,when I laughed,for what I laughed,as I watched,
The parents of mine embracing children of others,as their own,even a dog needs more love..
Yet I threw it away,for it never mattered to me,what would wound a battered person..
And as I watch countless stories pass,like images,like tales,fairytales,
I wonder,how much should I throw away,how much more do I have,to live,to dare to hope
And for what should I hope,when there is no answer,to this prayer..
What to look for,what to dream for,what to wish for,when I donot even know you anymore..
Sometimes it even drives me insane,crazy when I feel so suffocated in this cage called world..
Yet every moment all I keep saying is,past is past,let it rest and move forward..
