No One Did Again

I can feel you all over again, I can love you all over again, I can be yours again and I can fall all over again. You might not say this as a creation of my own disgust but I can explain you being the best memory I have in all. You bless me and you hurt me as well. But this unbearable pain is making me realize the importance, the thing which ended long ago has not yet started. Nobody wishes to open this door and peep inside the beauty of the messed up mind. Everything is so shattered still so clean. Clean like it was washed by the rain. The rain which might have drenched me and made me feel the heaviest me ever but the rain which also imbrued me without leaving any of me. That being wet kept me awake for long. It let me get overwhelmed with the ideas of again collecting me and recollecting the pieces which were once lost. Again arranging every piece in order or I would say rearranging myself differently as was needed and was not in order before. I am rigorously trying to make it easy for the best essence of the moment. 

I don't know which road is traversed today. But whichever it is, it is the gemstone of a worthy trip. A trip which was started once and all the way in between you were its part making it majestic, beautiful and a teaching, you preached love. Love for no one's sake but love for the history, the history of profound chapters which ends devastatingly but every single statement of that chapter has a real impact, a true face is acknowledged, a truth shelters my mind. The truth of unknown! then and now states me the clarity of everything which I keep myself away from and the irony is that I know it very well still it's me wandering with the rings of the smoke and diminishing slowly and am ready to form again. I am again ready to pick myself up from this dire of innocence and move a level up which is said to be maturity but I am just understanding things the way they are. I lost the imagination, I lost the curiosity, I lost the innocence of a flower, I lost the brightness of a sun but am shining like a moon because I am bright with others influence, the influence of my surrounding, the influence of tales, influence of fictions. I am no more a child who can start all over again and this is the reason of me being afraid of the dark. Not the dark which I can see, the dark which I can feel everywhere, the dark which lets me disown myself. Its a throwback, it hurts, it pains, it's me, it's because of you but all that matters is, you in my mind still imprinting that essence which no one ever did.