Shadows of the Past

Change is inevitable they say

And I thought so

The Sundays are not the same

Nor are are the Saturdays

Neither are the Fridays

But then why everytime when I sip a cup of coffee in CCD,

Do I feel the same old faces surrounding me!

It seems so strange

That this feeling has yet not changed

And the pleasure I derive from it is still unchanged...

Time waits for no one they say

True I believed

There is no more strolling in the roads past midnight

There is no more discussion now about finding my Miss Right

And there is no more brainstorming every morning of new ways to woo her

But then why when I walk back to my room every night

Do I hear the non-existent but still so present voices whispering in my ears!

It seems so strange

That time almost rewinds itself

And that then I feel so much of my own self...

Distance kills every relationship they say

It seemed logical

There is no more sharing of each other's owes

Now we don't see each other every day

Neither do we have regular chats now

But then why when I feel weak and defeated

Do I see myself talking to the same persons everytime

It seems so strange

That this relation has remained the same

And that it gives me so much strength...