Twilight

I sit here by the setting sun. I talk to myself. She tells me to let go.She tells me to let you be , to let you grow...grow into something you had once wished for; only this time without me . But she is so used to following her heart that often she listens to what her heart desires. She wants to reach out to you and tell you all that she is struggling to bury in her heart.

She has no where she could bring her woes , her stories .Noone except her .So in periods of loneliness and sadness , she often turns to herself .She reminds herself of the day when she first saw his eyes on her from across the hall, the music that played ,how he watched her swish and turn in her heels and in her favourite black top & her embroidered skirt, how she knew all along that she had his eyes fixed on her . Yes she knew all along.

She watches a solitary bird making rounds up in the clouds followed by her mates. She envies its carefree flight .It reminds her of the good old days-days when jokes made her laugh out loud, when daytime or night did not matter , when everyday was full of new surprises-good and bad ones both, the days of useless talks with friends, the chitter chatter , the annual family get together , the winter sun ,peanuts & oranges under a clear blue winter afternoon, the simplicity of life .

She wonders how we all wait eagerly for that light at the end of the tunnel when in reality every day we complicate ourlives a wee bit more . Realization always follows .Sometimes it is too late. Sometimes it cannot be corrected.

You live...You learn.You gain some ...you lose some .

Life goes on .