Minutes to Midnight..


Minutes to Midnight, My phone kept on ringing,
It was you! Filled with a heavy hearted voice, trying to explain how things went wrong.
I was acting busy out of my ego, hung the phone on you.
All I could do all night was to think about you,
With the reflections of the past dwelling deep with in my heart,
Had a strange feeling- Is it Emptiness? Or am I lost?
With all the memories I hold about you for these years,
I can only look at me to find out how all this begun.
You are doing well as you are, while I am still missing how we were!                 
                    I wrote this poem late last night.Was in a very strange state of mind. I had not been getting much sleep for reasons unknown, started scribbling..
The inspiration for this is one of my favorite quotes by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse, however if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that

Signing off…Sayonara Friends!
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