Memories of my past are all here,
Never gone, never lost.
Still subsiding deep into my unconscious.
But knowing it was the hard truth,
Knowing that you have loved a million times,
Knowing that you have hated a million times,
Knowing that you have had the lust a million times.
But still they don’t look old to you,
I even know loving a million times didn’t satisfied me,
I was still unhappy,
a million times.
Knowing everything you are doing now is not new, you have done it a million times.
But still you repeat the same mistakes,
I was a murderer, I was a disciple, I was a bird, I am a record of all existence.
I have been through every class, been through many universities, have had many parents,
I have been a soldier, who killed others for no reason, been everything, Your friend, your foe, your lover, I was very much related to you.
And now I am here, writing to you, in this very moment of my journey.
Completing the circle and then starting again but I know I am very much close to escape it, then I will never meet you.
Thanks for being with me on this very big journey,
You may not be able to understand it but it was a great journey, I know you will never recognise me but still I am grateful to be here with you because tomorrow I will be somewhere else and you guys will be somewhere else.