Walls have heard way too much
The past my world holds
Possibly the reflection would help
To recognise how close it was….someday !
Those paths, those lanes, those nights
Wouldn’t be the exact if the mirror helps
Wish it was but reflection is merely a perception
Which strikes with reality…
Had I known, would have invented something materialistic to hold those….
But Again it is mere perception contrasting with reality…
Would it be different if the same occurred twice?
Retracing through the lens of past!
Maybe , maybe not !
I wish I had known earlier the truth…
Truth which is hidden !
Sadly a perception for me…
Tissues hold stories!!
Innocently sliding through the door of reality.
As the immortality…. exists even in memories !
