Scrunching Past Poem by Akansh Malik

This is for the one to whom i really miss....Life is just like Cell phone and the moment i missed was the only moment i realise that my phone shut off like Life do...in the end...

I was Really burn in the ashes of past...
Looking behind the Path...

On the flight of fright...
Reverence in my Heart...

'Was i really torn? ? '
My soul asked...

'Is there nothing Left...'
My mind said...

And then i was moving alone...
In the hope...Hoping that
Someday you will understand...
Someday you will feel the same...
Someday you will need me...
That day i might be not there...

Not even to vibrate my nerves...
Not even to breathe...

'Good memories tell u that ur past was worth it,
bad ones tell u that u were strong enough to go on...'

I know but what if those good memories are scrounching me...
Making the wound more intense...

Hope all will fine one day...