You’re lost amidst echoes.
Blood’s pumping into your head.
Crickets sound like people calling out.
Someone’s clapping from afar.
Its dark, your thoughts are falling in place.
The broken signals are harmonizing.
You were running away from something.
Work, love, hate, separation, reality, responsibility?
Your eyes got fixated upon the sunset.
And your mind was far away
Thinking of the evenings you spent
colouring books and eating with your face.
Days when you weren’t actually smiling
for the camera but were just smiling.
Days when you made up stories
about the smallest of incidents.
Days when love came naturally.
And people lifted you up with joy.
And you stole extra pieces of cake
and hid under tables, giggling.
And somewhere you got lost.
You stopped telling stars stories.
You forgot about imaginary friends.
You don’t feel excited when the sun’s up.
You don’t paint your face green.
Yo don’t make paper boats
and set them afloat in drains.
Or write notes to your parents.
These memories turned into music
Your footsteps became beats
and suddenly you’re living your past
in your head, like a movie and laughing.
You lost your way
while you found yourself.