"return to innocence"
w/ Suhani Pathak
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Manifesting these memories in these cold-blooded hours, a string of blurry somethings beaded in my heart. A pondering mind with wondering eyes.
The sky changed colors through the street lights. Stories that I heard rocking on those tree-trunk arms; fairies, kings, queens, and some broken hearts. The stars used to stare back and whisper the secrets, a ghostly smile plastered on my cheeks. The shadows left behind, of all things, are now remembered in remembrance. People say it was a phase well lived.
Paint on hands and paint on cheeks, paintings of innocence painting memories. The heat of summers and mangoes on trays, laughter echoes in the veranda of that lonely rented mansion now held in a yale.
Life was a puzzle now left unsolved; scattered in my hands, indeed, a showoff. Trustful promises falling like autumn falling in vain. Falling is my faith, the faith that I held past bedtimes when the stories came alive.
Now that I wonder it was a freedom that I tasted, freedom from guilt, and unclear statements. A free spirit that was ready to flow off now lays tangled in the corrupted, barbed state of mind - a different stage of life. Missing the stages left behind, defining with words, a time when words looked jumbled in my crystal clear eyes.
A gamble for time. We have gambled the past and now live the sinful present, rampaging through cassettes of impressions left behind, playing the one tagged "innocence".
In this one, nostalgia holds a depressing high.